Strangers

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Shoutout Keegan for the flow, just saw bro in LA
Mama said, "Don't talk to strangers," but we made it, life is strange
Yo' bitch wanna buy a feature, reposts ten bucks on my page
Mad hours, put in work, mad late, servin' face
You won't catch me at no bar with no bitch tryna hit my vape
Like, why you tryna rush the bases? Brodie think she Nate Sib
Had to up the pace, uh, had to up the pace
One of one, custom clothing, shout out Adam Maysen
How you wonder why you flop, but you also signed with no hesitation?
I'm so motherfuckin' close to winning, I can fucking taste it
She tryna get speaker high, looking for that bass hit
Lookin' grim, lookin' grim, I best put down this vape, man
Count up, count up pape', man
Wear mask like I'm Jason, but digicore adjacent
Stop tryna impress that ho with russian creams, you know damn well that these bitches grape, man (Huh)

[Bridge]
Uh, uh-oh

[Verse 2]
I think I need a new lawyer, that's not Saul, that's Sawyer
Took all these trips to Bora Bora, four up in my soda
She wanna kiss my neck, so I tilt my chin up while I pour up
I'm tryna see what's in her soul, tryna explore, uh
I'm done buying cigarettes, but I might bum one
What's the point of blending in if you ain't feel like someone?
Stand out in the sun, Camel Crush in summer
Burn it down like what five-one, can I get your number?
You brought a knife to my pillow fight, fuck up my slumber
I might move white backseat of that Hummer
Bye-bye, if you play with Mario, meet plumber
We so up like Russell, shout out Jane, you know I love ya

[Outro]
Uh-oh, haha