Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books

These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look

He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good

We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked

Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut

We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up

Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin'

I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France

I just ran right through the dirt, with zero help from no one else

We don't trip, reload the stick, and send a bullet through his head

Pockets stuffed with hundreds, fifties, bitch, I think I need a belt

Find his lo', soon as we hit this bitch, I think they call the feds

I don't know, need no more, where'd you go?

I grab the pole, he get hurt, he get smoked

Got nowhere to go, losing hope, losing focus

It feel like you got no one else, call my phone, we could cope

I just got a Taycan, I push it to the max

Startin' to feel like I'm an icon, these bitches be obsessed

I promise you just not that guy, pal, we send one through yo' head

I'm sorry, you just not my type, girl, go find you someone else

Girl, yo' boyfriend need to pipe down, 'fore we come find him

Love this ho, but she a psycho, she need confinement

Flooded wrist, cost yo' life, can't tell what the time is

Grab the stick, we don't fight, we don't beef in silence

Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books

These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look

He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good

We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked

Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut

We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up

Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin'

I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France