Huh, throw it up, word up, wait a minute

Yeah, Sonic Youth

Yeah, I'm fuckin' on somethin' again

Hammer down, bitch

Hammer down, hammer down, hammer down

I just walked in Supreme, I ain't not scared to line (yeah)

Huh, mama, I'm on beans, I'm tryna waste my time (yeah)

And my pocket full of fleek, I'ma spend that dime, yeah

Pullin' out my (yeah), pullin' out my (yeah) stick, yeah

I was 19 on the block with your bitch (yeah)

And she skippin' class, I just pulled out that whole ass

Where the blunt? Fuck it, act

I ain't smoke in like six weeks, I can't go fuckin' back

Yeah, my bitch got pretty feet (whoa)

Skrrt and scat, y'all wanna hate me (whoa)

Man, this track it back, I don't like you, baby

I just want you hate me, I just want you hate me

G's on, bitch, I'm sprayin', G's on, bitch, I'm sprayin'

Stands on, bitch, I'm skatin', we just throw it back, baby

T's up, bitch, I'm huntin', T's up, bitch, I'm huntin' (yeah, uh)

We make 'em bleed in the sun, we make 'em bleed in the sun (yeah)

Go cry back to your mama, touch up

Put your wrist up, mama (wrist up, mama)

Ooh, diamonds hotter, I can't catch you, I'ma father

Bruno, I don't need no cosigner

Everything straight, bitch, chill in the side

Chillin' aside (ayy), chillin' aside (ayy)

Livin' outside (ayy) since all the times (ayy)

I just walked in Supreme, I ain't not scared to line (yeah)

Huh, mama, I'm on beans, I'm tryna waste my time (yeah)

And my pocket full of fleek, I'ma spend that dime (yeah)

Pullin' out my (yeah), pullin' out my (yeah) stick (yeah)

I was 19 on the block with your bitch (yeah)

And she skippin' class, I just pulled out that whole ass

Where the blunt? Fuck it, act

I ain't smoke in like six weeks, I can't go fuckin' back

I'm consumin' these hoes (yeah)

And I'm consumin' these hoes (yeah)

I can't let you say no (no, no, yeah)

I gotta fuck that bitch, then I can go

I tryna whip that shit up, boy, you can't turn on the stove

You ain't, you ain't got no drip, I know you don't buy no clothes

I could make it flip, I get work off of the low

Oh, wait, I get so much bread, I love that shit to my bro

Oh, my God, this ho, ho, ho, ho, oh

Yeah, oh, oh, black teeth, black teeth

Diamond chain, you know, and you get pushed, pushed, pushed

Yeah, touchin' me, yeah, oh

We back for all the shit I did to you (oh)

I put on my best fit, yeah, bitch, I'm in sync

When I see your face, uh, you know what I did for you

When you see that face, you know what I did for you

When I see that waist from like a mile away

I make shit skate, can't feel it, get up on, got my face

Every day look like yesterday, every day look like yesterday

Tryna cut a bitch on another face (oh, yeah)

Every day look like yesterday, every day look like yesterday

Every day look like yesterday, every day look like yesterday

Every day look like yesterday, every day look like yesterday

Every day look like yesterday, every day look like yesterday

Every day look