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[Verse 1]
Ima take off, I'm makin' it happen
She gon' fuck, like that shit her passion
Shawty like to do spells and coke
I hit from the back, high as fuck when I tap it
She tell me, she miss what we had
Lookin' at her phone, grippin' to attachments
And my bro, he be grippin' attachments
He put that shit right on the automatic, ayy
They like xo thought you was done rappin', ayy
Lookin' for me a bitch, with fashion taste
Lil' bitch I write my own songs, I ain't Drake
Sharing cigs with pretty girls, no glaive
And I say fuck my enemies everyday
I'ma take that energy to the grave
I'ma that that energy to your face
I spoke to the devil, feel like Jaseh
And I feel like flu, with the Pompeii
Bury everybody, ain't no one safe
Like bro who tryna slap box? (With a blade)
Leave you with liquid in your lung, like my vape
Man I swear that I'm tryna get out of this state
I told that lil' shawty, she gon' have to wait
If the drugs good then I'll go to space
I'll just take more like fuck a t-break
Feelin' like I'm KidX
But the first 808 could've been my fuckin' semtex
I'ma blow up then I'ma get checks
Ollie on my dick, shawty tech deck
Now she wanna skate, first give me neck
Why the fuck my plug tryna give me less?
Haven't rapped in a minute, I'm still the best
So it's fuck what they think 'cause I'm still gon flex, ayy

[Chorus]
I just wanna get high and get my money
Money up, ayy
I'll run then hunnids up
Lil' baby, I'm not with that funny stuff
Ran into that shawty she was stunning
Suck me up, ayy, I told her suck me up
Nah I don't got time for that love just fuck

[Verse 2]
Okay, on some real shit
I might need a guitarist
I do every genre lil' bitch, I'm a artist
He talkin' tough, but that boy just started
I could take his slut
Have her sounded retarded
He got bitches walkin' away from him, think he farted
I got your bitch walkin' up to me, I'm the hardest
I know they envy me, I know I'm the target
Lil' bitch I'm MVP and the M is for Martian
They say xo need to pull his pants up
I said, "Pussy boy go get your bands up"
I don't rock skinnies no more, we not from Atlanta
All I wanna do is turn my opps to cancer
All I wanna do is mix THC, Fanta
Like nah, I don't fuck with muddy cup, baby
I met a cougar at Walmart
She gon' hit me up with a pager from the eighties, ayy

[Chorus]
I just wanna get high and get my money
Money up, ayy
I'll run then hunnids up
Lil' baby, I'm not with that funny stuff
Ran into that shawty she was stunning
Suck me up, ayy, I told her suck me up
Nah I don't got time for that love just fuck

[Outro]
Drugs in my head, nose runny
Wipe it up, ayy
You wanna fight then rush
Nah I'm not really with the typin' stuff
Ayy, smokin' loud, y'all be smokin' bummy
Light it up
Ayy, light it up
Ayy, light it up
Hm, ah, hm fuck