Ride round with that stick, yeah, I ride round with that flute

Capaholics, bitch, what you know about the truth?

Counting up the hunnids, yeah, I'm counting up the blue

Give a fuck about impastas, bitch, I pull up with the soup

(What the fuck)

Fucking Awesome on my hoodie, bitch

He said that he be flexin but he broke as shit

I might do him dirty, I might take his bitch

I'ma fuckin film star, with the thirty clip

Bad bitch, she gon' lick the tip

Lean all in my veins, blood is what I sip

I want nacho cheese, I want all the chips

Yeah, I know that boy be lackin, pop him like a zit

I only see her in photos

I might pull up to the house in a four-door

I need that bitch, need her pronto

I'ma hit her up on Twitter with a follow

My money stacking up like dominoes

Neglection and affection and I'm sorry that's just how it goes

I type fast, but I move slow

Numbers piling up but I'm still alone

I type fast, but I move slow

Lean got me in a different time zone

I type fast, but I move slow

My money stacking up like dominoes

Bitch, I'ma save that money like Costco

You know that they always keep the cost low

Bitch I'm cruising in LA with a foreign hoe

In a Toyota, yeah, the four-door

She said "Kai you so cute in that polo"

She said "I want you to be mine", I'm like "No, no, no"

I type fast, but I move slow

Lean got me in a different time zone

RIP to bro, RIP to bro

Lean got me in a different time zone