FA LA LA LA

[Intro: Casen Smith, XX1Ø, Isaac KS, & Nioxn]
Bro, where does he live?
Ay- ay- ayo Nixon this ho' crazy
Nixon has hands-
We don't need you, hahaha
Fuck you Nixon
Ay
We don't need you anymore

[Chorus]
Okay, I’ve been alone for a while now
Huh, my money been long
And this bitch ain’t no time for me to go tap out
Keep runnin’ it up 'till I fall out
Ay, I’m chasing the gua-la-la-la-la
All my fans be fuckin’ with me
And they singing along like fa-la-la-la-la
I don’t care ‘bout them haters
They hearing me on every song
Wait, I put the right rocks in they face
And I put the blues up in my safe
It’s crazy how they talk about they bags
The only difference is I got Ms for change
But Bank of America
They tap out, it's like bae we going to Paris
These pussies not up on my level
Just say that I’m better
I’m better, just look, you’ll get pissed

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, I gotta be me
Not half, not Carti, but walk on the beat
How these bitches be trying they ma fuckin’ luck
When I was behind, I was not giving up, okay
Bitch I done got in that ma fuckin’ ho’
It broke out my heart and put it in my face
Now pussies wake up to this slang shit all day
I wake up and have to work, feel like I’m Jayce
Okay, look, let me go ahead and pop my shit
I got rich off a star, you could say that I’m lit
Like a bitch I got rent money on my pod like huh
That’s crazy, ain’t that a bitch?
It’s to my ex, I don’t care what she say
But I promise her mom's still gon’ get hit
Ay, don’t look at me
I said that before, but I swear to god I’m almost dead
Okay
They could walk on they water if they wanted, woah
Better common some sense when you gon’ do her
She done fuck with the bros, she four for four
Huh, let’s put this bih’ down like a pup
Okay, I’ll call that hoe Dominos
She think she fuckin’ with me?
Oh nah, lil bae you gotta go

[Chorus]
Okay, I’ve been alone for a while now
Huh, my money been long
And this bitch ain’t no time for me to go tap out
Keep runnin’ it up 'till I fall out
Ay, I’m chasing the gua-la-la-la-la
All my fans be fuckin’ with me
And they singing along like fa-la-la-la-la
I don’t care ‘bout them haters
They hearing me on every song
Wait, I put the right rocks in they face
And I put the blues up in my safe
It’s crazy how they talk about they bags
The only difference is I got Ms for change
But Bank of America
They tap out, it's like bae we going to Paris
These pussies not up on my level
Just say that I’m better
I’m better, just look, you’ll get pissed

[Verse 2]
P-p-pull up and flex with a crib out the state
All of these checks got me feelin’ like Chase
Tryna bite on the style but it’s way too late
They be cappin’ on live but I know that they fake
Stars in the sky when I see shit
T F 5 on the B shit
I fucked that bitch where I left her
It's N I O 4L

[Chorus]
Okay, I’ve been alone for a while now (NSØ)
Huh, my money been long
And this bitch ain’t no time for me to go tap out
Keep runnin’ it up 'till I fall out
Ay, I’m chasing the gua-la-la-la-la
All my fans be fuckin’ with me
And they singing along like fa-la-la-la-la
I don’t care ‘bout them haters
They hearing me on every song
Wait, I put the right rocks in they face
And I put the blues up in my safe
It’s crazy how they talk about they bags
The only difference is I got Ms for change
But Bank of America
They tap out, it's like bae we going to Paris
These pussies not up on my level
Just say that I’m better
I’m better, just look, you’ll get pissed