Wow!

[Verse]
Hehe..
Yeah, it's the lo-fi cartel
Cherry on top, bitch I'm Carvel
Peep the night sky, Young Beal stayed
Looking like a starfield
Snowfall, bitches doing blow while my art sells
(Wow!)
I'll crash a car for the heck of it
Lose my fucking number you're irrelevant and celibate
You pussy, wearing Puka Shell necklaces
Stuck in like, 2007, bumping Nickelback and smoking meth
Yeah, and life is but a nightmare
Asking me for verses, finna feed 'em in a high chair
The girls I used to fuck honestly nevеr changed
Only way they talking to me is to pay for backstagе
Never complain 'cause a bad word a waste
And the marks never leave like the scar on my face
But her car at my place so my game probably worked
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk
Yeah
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk