​i guess it hurt a little bit

[Chorus: polearm]
Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit
I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business
The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices
They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it

[Verse 1: polearm]
I'm sick and tired of my swag being stolen, he says he don't know where he got it
I put the pressure, it's heavy 'cause I don't got people he wish he was all in
You can sit down and relax and boy, you know that you better just stop it
You really be asking too much from someone on Twitter, it's really just not it
How do you get mad whеn she don't take you back 'cause you [?] hеr friends
I talk about you in the chats, it's wack and now [?] friends
You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend
You won't get a single thing from me because I know all you do is pretend

[Chorus: polearm]
Gotta admit, wait, I guess it hurt a little bit
I know I really dropped the ball but I guess it's back right to business
The only things that I need in my life are my bros and my bank and my vices
They say I'm foolish but my money, got 20k in the bank so I'm like fuck it

[Verse 2: Sewerperson & Savage Ga$p]
I just got ash on my Vetements, oh
I just poured drank on my cardigan, oh
Two twins fucking on me, both famous, I cannot tell you the difference, oh
And-and I got twenty on me, for what?
She keep on yelling at me, for what?
Fuck-fucking this bitch and she tell me she love me and try to see me in her life, for what? Ye
I'ma go left and right
I'ma go fast, go [?]
Pop-poppin' Off-White and Goyard
I'm in the mall all day like Paul Blart, ooh
Smoking on gas like go-kart
I pop a Perc' and my vision go so dark
Freaky bitch on my [?] though (Ayy)
She want me to give her that yoghurt, yeah

[Verse 3: Savage Ga$p]
Uh, how you gon' change on the gang, no wet, got drip like a raincoat, uh-huh
Jumped out the back of the Benz with a bad lil' bitch, she do what I say so, uh
Leave a bitch in the cold, huh
Caked up, lit with the bros, huh
How you gon' suck my bros dick then talk shit 'bout gang, you ho, huh
Boy, you a group chat rapper, huh, man, I'm a huge bag-getter, uh
You looking stupid capping 'bout some shit that didn't happen, uh
Really got me fucked up and, uh
Boy, you gettin' cucked again, uh
'Cause in the end you a simp and I'm in her DMs saying "Yo, get the flight, well damn"

[Verse 4: Caspr]
Foreign clothes and I'm spending a stack
When I fuck, I'ma break out her back
I'm a fiend, like I'm smoking on crack
They look at me tryna copy the swag
Foreign flight, but I think I'ma crash
Fuck you mean, baby, I ain't your man?
I got money, counting on hands
I'm off pills and I can't stand