RIP

[Intro]
Mayyzo!
Loesoe goin' crazy

[Chorus]
Poppin' a pint of the Act', I think I need this shit
She sendin' me long ass texts, I didn't read the shit
Smokin' on the gas, I breathe the shit
Boy talkin' 'bout Earth, I'ma leave the shit
Got a pint so dirty, can't clean the shit
Got 40 pointer watches, they gleamin' shit
Polka-dot purp' my YSL
Pourin' up a pint of red for myself
She got a ass so fat, my eyes melt
And when I walk in Neiman Marcus, I'ma buy a shelf
Every time I smoke gas it's high-shelf
Push up, Trackhawk, I'ma ride out
Fuckin' a bitch so good she cried
And I took her boyfriend's name out her bio

[Verse]
I surpassed my idols and my opps at the same time
I don't wanna smoke no gas if it ain't cake or lemon lime
Got orange diamonds, clementines
Your bitch know to slide through anytime
Got a choppa on the side, I let it fly
R.I.P. to my opps, we let 'em die
R.I.P. to my blunt, I killed it quick
Got a rockstar choppa with a pornstar dick
I'm a rockstar boy with a pornstar bitch
I'ma put her on a cam on some pornstar shit
I'ma put her on a screen
KelTec with a beam
Ten bands in my jeans
Diamonds dance, Billy Jean
Bitches fuck on the team
Ran it up of a meme
I'm still lil' Michael Cera, boy, fuck you mean?
I put Prada on my coat, because it's cold outside
Boy, I could call up my lil' bro, I bet he ready to slide
And I just hit up Tadeo, you know that's my guy
We was smokin' gas inside the dorm so we got kicked outside
I'ma leave that bitch outside, [?] outside
Fuckin' these hoes, but I was just an outsider
I don't love the drugs, man, I'm out of my mind
Sippin' HiTech, never out of my lines
[?] then I'm out of my grind
Presi' on my wrist, never out of my shine
Sippin' red till the color come out of my eyes
Got a bag on the side every time that I ride
Push up SRT, but I drive it like it's a Scat
Sippin' on Wock', I can't find that
Big 40 pointer diamonds my wrist on glass
Brand new Hellcat
Smoke gas, smell that
Diamonds in the face, time can't tell that
Chains on my neck, city on my back
Smokin' on threat, [?] pack, yeah

[Chorus]
Poppin' a pint of the Act', I think I need this shit
She sendin' me long ass texts, I didn't read the shit
Smokin' on the gas, I breathe the shit
Boy talkin' 'bout Earth, I'ma leave the shit
Got a pint so dirty, can't clean the shit
Got 40 pointer watches, they gleamin' shit
Polka-dot purp' my YSL
Pourin' up a pint of red for myself
She got a ass so fat, my eyes melt
And when I walk in Neiman Marcus, I'ma buy a shelf
Every time I smoke gas it's high-shelf
Push up, Trackhawk, I'ma ride out
Fuckin' a bitch so good she cried
And I took her boyfriend's name out her bio