Huh

Yeah, yeah

Huh (Plucksunset)

Huh, nowadays, everybody smoke packs

Ever since I did that in that rap

Huh, nowadays, everybody ditch class

So they can stay home and smoke gas

Huh, I don't got time for ya' punk ass

Always tryna' borrow some bud, with ya' broke ass

Huh, common sense, boy, better know that

I can't stand a drugged up hoe bag

Huh, makin' my way out the 606

Bitch, kiss my dick tip if you don't

Believe what I'm doin' ain't gonna get me out

Boy, you a hoe

I just hope you know, ya' broke ass ain't gon' clown 'round me no more

Welcome to the show, make yourself at home

Yeah

You say that I can't, but I'm going up

I'ma work until I'm out of the mud

I'ma work until I can buy some bud

Smoke it up, don't give the hoes none

Sittin' black out drunk on the patio

I spent the whole summer always tappin' hoes

I'm one of the best around here, bitch

I'll always believe that shit, Yung Xan

Bro, like, I love to see, like, all of y'all startin' to make, like, really crazy shit

Like, or startin' to make some um, some, like, more experimental shit

Conceptual stuff, just like I did with my album, bro

I love to see y'all doin' that, hell yeah (Huh)

Huh, nowadays, everybody smoke packs

Ever since I did that in that rap

Huh, nowadays, everybody ditch class

So they can stay home and smoke gas

Huh, I don't got time for ya' punk ass

Always tryna' borrow some bud, with ya' broke ass

Huh, common sense, boy, better know that

I can't stand a drugged up hoe bag

Huh, makin' my way out the 606

Bitch, kiss my dick tip if you don't

Believe what I'm doin' ain't gonna get me out

Boy, you a hoe

I just hope you know, ya' broke ass ain't gon' clown 'round me no more

Welcome to the show, make yourself at home (What?)

(What?) Yuh (What?) Yuh

Yeah

(What?) Yuh (What?) Yuh

Yeah

(What?) Yuh (What?) Yuh (I am a)

Yeah

I am a miracle sent up from H

What? What? (Hitori)

Huh? Huh?

What the fuck do you mean?

You ain't poppin' no beans

You a mothafuckin' fiend

Clout chasin', style fakin', while hatin', mile racin'

Die Satan, I don't give a fuck

I'm locked in the game, I'm stuck

I made a promise I would make it out

I got a lot of shit I gotta prove

I've been sittin' in the fuckin' house

I've been tryna' make some fuckin' moves

There is a time to celebrate

There is a time to pop the juice

So for now, I'm shuttin' my mouth

Tryin' to make it, how about you?

Are you even mothafuckin' trying?

Lazy ass boy, sitting on recordings

You got a song to make, get to work

You gotta make the tape that you urge

It ain't gonna make it's fuckin' self

Put the liquor on the fuckin' shelf

Boy, go get some mofuckin' help

You can't make it saving yourself

I am the closest that I've ever been to the top

Why in the fuck would I stop?

Bang, bang, thunder, rain drops

On your head (You homeless motherfucker)

Everybody think I'm fucked

Shut the fuck up, I am better off than you

If I ever stop persuin', I'm dead

And that's just true