(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Glock, SIG (Glock), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (ayy, yeah)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win, 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
He still serving grams, he ain't never gonna serve them bricks
If she keep acting like a fan, she ain't ever gon' suck my dick
All he do is talk, he ain't on shit, he ain't ever gon' get rich
I got a money walk, he can tell by the way I walk, I can fuck his bitch (yeah)
Thank you to my clique (yeah), thank you to my fans
Thank you to anybody who helped me become who I am (thank you)
Goddamn (thank you), goddamn (yeah)
They fuckin' with me now, but they wasn't with me shooting in the gym (yeah)
Balenciaga boots, I ain't never laced up no Timbs (yeah)
I'm a vampire, every time you walk in the room, my lights dim
I got her vamped out, she thought I was nerdy and weird
I cut that bitch off, now she cryin', yeah, she sheddin' tears
Only thing I fear is you breakin' my heart (yeah)
I knew you wasn't the one from the start (I knew you wasn't the one)
I knew that our relationship wouldn't go far (I did)
For you, I robbed a bank, for you, I would've found a way to Mars (I'd do it)
For you, I would've gave a fuck (yeah)
Them niggas sure you fucking with, I already made them bucks
They be flexing the same shit we do, but we don't even post that shit (yeah)
No matter how much she fuck with you, don't ever post that bitch
Don't ever post her unless you know her (yeah)
Like the back of your hand, you gotta know her (you gotta know her)
This lil' bitch right here so annoying, she getting ignored (getting ignored)
Vetements, Miu Miu, Balenciaga, yeah, my bitch full (my lil' bitch full)
Yeah, I can't let you slide, I can't let you slide (I can't let you slide)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got ammunition, huh, huh, I let them bullets fly
Glock, SIG (Glock), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (ayy, yeah)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win, 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
Making me who I am
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I—
I gotta thank my pops, thank my mom for making me who I—
I gotta thank my mom, thank my pops for making me who I am
