Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

One Perc-10, that shit healin’ my mind (Healin’ my mind).

Take a wood to the face, that shit killin’ my time (Killin’ my time).

Won’t spend the night, that bitch out of her mind (Out of her mind).

Got them Cartier frames, that shit hot in my eye (Hot in my eye).

I’ve been sippin’ on drank, that shit boostin’ my high (Boostin’ my high).

High off my brain, I’ve been losin’ my mind (Losing my mind).

Better blow, you don’t shoot, you gon’ die (You gon’ die).

This bitch stressin’ me out, got me losin’ my high (Losin’ my high).

Got a brand new fifth gen’ on me, usin’ it fine (Usin’ it fine).

And we fuckin’ the clip ‘til we see something drop (See something drop).

I could sit low and they still ain’t gon’ spin (Ain’t gon’ spin).

Shot at his bro, made him pick up his twin (His twin).

I’m not tryna pray, but the lean make me sin (Make me sin).

Just shot at a ****, bro still tryna spin (Tryna spin).

Got two Glocks, I’ve been clutchin’ on twins (On twins).

Bought a plug from the A, he was callin’ me twin (Callin’ me twin).

Syrup in my drink and I’m not even sick (Not even sick).

That’s my bitch, but it’s not my kid (Not my kid).

Post a fine on the ‘Gram, but it’s not his shit (Not his shit).

I could zip down with a 5-5-6 (With a 5-5-6).

Leave that shit outside, that is not your bitch (Not your bitch).

I heard Keisha sip white, this not Tris (Not Tris).

Mmm, mmm, off that Tussin (Off that Tussin).

I catch an opp on the scene, get to bustin’ (Get to bustin’).

Hit that ho from the back when that bitch get to fussin’ (Get to fussin’).

Mmm, mmm, keep the drum like percussion (Like percussion).

We put that shit to his dome like concussion (Like concussion).

He ain’t come out the crib, so we shot at the cousin (Shot at the cousin).

And I be in this bitch with a flash and the muscle (Flash and the muscle).

I keep a piece, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a puzzle (Not ’bout a puzzle).

I be tryna keep it P, but she want me to love her (Want me to love her).

I came to fuck, but this bitch wanna cuff.

One Perc-10, that shit healin’ my mind (Healin’ my mind).

Take a wood to the face, that shit killin’ my time (Killin’ my time).

Won’t spend the night, that bitch out of her mind (Out of her mind).

Got them Cartier frames, that shit hot in my eye (Hot in my eye).

I’ve been sippin’ on drank, that shit boostin’ my high (Boostin’ my high).

High off my brain, I’ve been losin’ my mind (Losing my mind).

Better blow, you don’t shoot, you gon’ die (You gon’ die).

This bitch stressin’ me out, got me losin’ my high (Losin’ my high).

Got a brand new fifth gen’ on me, usin’ it fine (Usin’ it fine).

And we fuckin’ the clip ‘til we see something drop (See something drop).

I could sit low and they still ain’t gon’ spin (Ain’t gon’ spin).

Shot at his bro, made him pick up his twin (His twin).

I’m not tryna pray, but the lean make me sin (Make me sin).

Just shot at a ****, bro still tryna spin (Tryna spin).

Got two Glocks, I’ve been clutchin’ on twins (On twins).

Bought a plug from the A, he was callin’ me twin (Callin’ me twin).