Yeah, Thirty, slatt (I don't feel anything)

I was just prayin' for like (Yeah)

Some time, and I ain't record in a week, a week and a half, two weeks

Pourin' drank and the blunt and stuff (Uh), fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I been fried every day, though (I been fried every day, though)

Perc' hit hard when the drank low, yeah (Perc' hit hard)

Run away, bullet could get fatal (Woah, woah)

She said she want an ass, say, "Bye-bye to your name," woah (Woah, woah)

I don't want no extras, I been plottin', tryna lay low

My pants a lot, they got it (My pants a lot, they got it)

My ho always tryna pop it, deep down, she like when I'm toxic (She like when I'm toxic)

You tryna hang around me, but you slimy, what's that logic? (What's that logic?)

I fucked a famous bitch, she fucked an athlete, what about it? (And what about it? What? Woah)

I been piecing all these pieces together (Woah)

My heart like a shell jacket, withstand the weather

Twenty-thousand in hush money, lil' ho, don't talk (Woah)

We in a real good place right now, don't fuck it up (Don't fuck it up)

She keep her head-top down, lil' bitch, don't make me cuss (Bitch, don't make me cuss)

I peep who standing around, who tryna help the cause? (Who tryna help the cause?)

Unfortunately, my heart too big, I'ma bring the undeserving

I got way too much love for you to leave behind the curtains (Woah)

I'm excited for my show, and I be high, so I'm not nervous

It's a few bitches that'll go and they'll slime you for that Birkin

Don't put it past her, say she won't, 'cause it'll happen just like that

Odee cool up on a bitch, I'm gettin' high but never fat

And we got coolers on our sticks, but these no Mickey D's mats

Ain't competing for no bitch, especially not one that be on dick

I'm into it with myself, I remove her from the shell

She impatient when I'm hell

It's a lot that I instill

Can't decide for what is real

Fuck that mask (Woah)

Take that bitch off and do your big one, why you bappin'? (Why you bappin'?)

She be on my dick every day, I'm her obsession (I'm her obsession)

Sometimes it's a lot, but I won't cry, nothin' but a blessin' (Not far from it)

My pants a lot, they got it (My pants a lot, they got it)

My ho always tryna pop it, deep down, she like when I'm toxic (She like when I'm toxic)

You tryna hang around me, but you slimy, what's that logic? (What's that logic?)

I fucked a famous bitch, she fucked an athlete, what about it? (And what about it? What? Woah)

I been piecing all these pieces together (Woah, woah)

My heart like a shell jacket, withstand the weather (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Twenty-thousand in hush money, lil' ho, don't talk (Woah)

We in a real good place right now, don't fuck it up (Don't fuck it up)

(I don't feel anything)

Damn, damn

Damn, damn (It's 9 a.m., I took the Perc', and I just like—)

Uh, shit (Yeah)

Bitch, take a joke (Bitch, take a joke)

She get on the jaw, and she throw up (She throw up)

Man, 30 milligrams is easy (It's easy)

She think she know more than she know (She don't)

I tell the label up the digits (Okay)

It's early, I Perc'd up, I'm wicked (I'm fried)

I tell my brothers we can split it (We can)

I put some backspin on my shot, hit top of the glass, and that bitch went in (I shitted)

Shit, I had some bitches, you kiddin'?

You doin' this trolling, but you is a villain

You don't wanna hear what I say

You ain't really on shit, you's a ho (Ma'am, you's a ho)

The money is realer than love, I'm addicted

I put up a eighty like Kobe Bean Bryant

I'm bussin' the Glock, rapid fire, got switchy (Switchy)

A hundred-twelve shots, ain't no way that I missed 'em

The reaper sweep down, on that forehead, he kissed 'em (Kissed 'em)

I need the gold, on my soul, I'ma risk it (Risk it)

I use your logic, and I'll be twisted (Twisted)

I don't give no fucks about this, I won't fix it, yeah (Yeah)

I don't give no fucks about you, you's a bitch, yeah, yeah (Bitch, yeah)

I feed off the evil she do, I'm a sick kid (I'm a sick kid, sick), yeah

I spilled a whole pint in the truck, that's some rich shit (Some rich shit, yeah, rich), yeah

To look at you, hell nah, I'd rather my wrist slit (I'd rather my wrist stay slit), yeah

To tell you, "I love you," I'd rather my head split (I'd rather my head don't split), yeah

To tell you, "I miss you," I'd rather be dead, bitch (I'd rather be dead as shit), damn

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah

Ain't shit to get some new dough (It's not)

New bitches, new friends, yeah, new clothes (Clothes)

New pint, new 'bow ('Bow), new Chrome Rolex (Rollie)

I gotta switch shit up, 'cause this shit old and I'm not for it (This shit old and I'm not for it), yeah (Damn)

Shit, I had some bitches, you kiddin'?

You doin' this trolling, but you is a villain (Woah)

You don't wanna hear what I say

You ain't really on shit, you's a ho (Shit)

The money is realer than love, I'm addicted (Woah)

I put up a eighty like Kobe Bean Bryant

I'm bussin' the Glock, rapid fire, got switchy (Switchy)

A hundred-twelve shots, ain't no way that I missed 'em (Missed 'em)

The reaper sweep down, on that forehead, he kissed 'em (Kissed 'em)

I need the gold, on my soul, I'ma risk it (Risk it)

I use your logic, and I'll be twisted (Twisted)

I don't give no fucks about this, I won't fix it (Nah, I won't fix it, yeah)

I don't give no fucks about you, you's a bitch, yeah (You's a bitch, yeah), yeah

I feed off the evil she do, I'm a sick kid (Yeah, I'm a sick kid)

Yeah, I'm a sick kid

I feed off the evil she do onto me, I'm a sick kid

I feed off the hate she spit at me, I'm a sick bitch

Yeah, I'm a sick bitch