​​the year 3000.

[Verse]
Give him a stitch to his lilo
Nah, you not me bro, drop that ego
Comin' in 3's like Migos
Bricken like Shaq to the 3 throw
Pull in ldn like Heathrow
1 zeros and zeros and zeros
Talkin' that language I know, CJ he finna blow
And he got goons on go
And dese niggas know they know
I'm the hottest nigga fo sho
Got goons on the payroll
And they shoot if I say so

[Verse]
Keepin' it real I'm keepin a steel
Put my lil bih in Prada heel
You copy, copy and you gone steal
You fuck with me, nah you don't feel, how I feel
You cannot trust a pretty face
I like pretty face said "Can I get a good taste?"
Bad bih and she dressed up in lace
Hop inna whip, aight yea let's go race
She gone fuck with mе, yeh she gone and еmbrace
She been all in your head and she cannot get out
She moved on boy go scream and shout
I moved onto the next wave these niggas so lame
I feel like I'm in the year 3000 like Futurama
Chillin' with Bender, chillin' with Fry, chillin' w Leela
Drinking that slurm big bottle, 2 liter