Mm, yeah

Wake up in the morning (ha, hah)

Wake up in the morning, then I hit my vape

Ain't talking about no money

Pussy boy, you're late

Get that money Monday to Sunday

I'm high as fuck all day

Mushrooms in the sunny

I'm smiling, fuck no way

Could get you gone

And that could hit like Patrón, uh

7.62 in the clip

Spread it through your fucking bones, uh

I don't even gotta pop out with the clip

Beat his ass like Jon Jones, uh

Let me stop playing though

Fuck your sand though

I could fucking blend, runnin' 'round spin your man, bro

I can do this and do, do, do that, that

For your sand bro

Boy, you pussies, the fuck?

Step on your ass with Jesus sandals

Light your ass up

Light your ass up like a fucking candle

I ball like Rondo

And them hits coming scramble

I do me

Fuck your sand bro

Spin your block

Spin your man bro

Yeah

I don't gotta rush myself

Bitch better check your fucking health

I took that shit on stealth

Thirty in this clip

He s-s-s-s-stealth

That's my twin self

Spark up bits, I'm high like Mel

SOB, his business do

Acting tough, that's how you get killed

It don't cost to be yourself

Wake up, extendo on the shelf

"Lil Twin, how you get like that?"

Ha, nah, nah, nah

Don't call me Lil Twin

I don't know your ass

But back then probably were friends then

Can't get cool again

'Cause your ass probably a hating fan

Spin the block

Spin your man

These bitches like they from Afghanistan

Stack up money with plans

Sit back, chill, smoke dope, I understand

Then geek up in Japan

Yeah, yeah

Do his ass like Deebo, yeah

Bih man tryna' fuck on mine, fuck's they talkin' 'bout

Aye y'all coming here next week?

Yup