Huh-huh-uh (Shit, I'm on this tour, on God)

Uh-huh (I fully love all my supporters 'til the end)

Huh-huh (Whole lot of TopOpp shit, man)

(I swear I love all of y'all; yeah, I'm with this shit, ****, fuck it)

Uh-huh

Yeah, huh

My **** trying to shoot, but not no scrimmage (No scrimmage)

I can't let you leave me, girl, we ain't finished (Ain't finished)

Drugs in my system, mixed up like a chemist, woah (Huh, chemist)

Took too many Percs, and now it's fucking up my vision (Fuckin' up my vision)

Huh, huh, but never of you (Of you)

I get high and stalk your page, when I know I have better to do, yeah (To do)

I had fucked up, you blocked me, I wrote a letter to you, yeah (To you)

They don't want me with no gun, gon' be bang-outs in Balenci' boots (Trigger, boop-boop, frrt)

'Cause he tweaking sober, get high 'til I'm slumped over, now I love the world, yeah (I love the world)

She wan' fuck me, 'cause I got blue faces, but I don't know Stunna Girl (I don't know Stunna Girl)

Mixing E401 with K56, I almost hurled (Almost hurled)

I got a emo bitch, tryna eat my nuts, just like a squirrel (Like a squirrel)

Just got off tour, never stopped loving my supporters, the crowd loud (Huh-huh, uh-huh)

Think shit sweet, **** run up on me, last thing he heard was, "Grr-baow" (Uh-huh-huh, uh)

All these **** tryna steal my sound (Huh-huh)

I get high, she put me down (Huh-huh)

Ain't never been scared to cry out loud (Huh-huh, uh)

I'm probably somewhere in the lost and found, huh (Yeah)

Ain't no category for my shit, not main, not underground (Shut the fuck up, ****)

I had fell in love with shooting blicks, I used to love the sound (Boop-boop-boop; I love the sound)

Pussy talkin' 'bout smoke with who?

Ain't got no money, his ass better calm it down (Shut yo' garbage ass up; he better calm it down)

Put some trey's on a **** head and he punched out, wouldn't wanna be in the county (Haha, bitch ass, fuck)

I wanna know what she thought when she found me (She found me)

Can't kick it with no fake ****, get the fuck from 'round me (Yeah, get the fuck from 'round me)

Like baby boy, her voice my life jacket when I'm drowning (Drowning)

Huh, done ran through so much money these past few months, lost track of counting (Of counting)

Yeah, huh (Huh)

My **** trying to shoot, but not no scrimmage (No scrimmage)

I can't let you leave me, girl, we ain't finished (I can't let you leave)

Drugs in my system, mixed up like a chemist, woah (Huh-huh-huh; chemist)

Took too many Percs, and now it's fucking up my vision (Fuckin' up my vision; uh-huh)

Huh, huh, but never of you (Of you)

I get high and stalk your page, when I know I have better to do, yeah (Huh-huh; to do)

I had fucked up, you blocked me, I wrote a letter to you, yeah (Uh-huh-uh; to you)

They don't want me with no gun, gon' be bang-outs in Balenci' boots (Boop-boop-boop, ****)

Whole lotta TopOpp shit, ****, 6ix