yeen on shit fr

I ain't looking for yo sympathy but Im knowing dat something wrong wimme

Hell naw if u not my bruda then u can't get up on a song wime

Naw I always wudnt this cold, respect to u if u saw it in me

Oh you just popped up last minute you jus tryna fuckin come along wimme

Hungry u can hear my stomach growling

Brain just ran a hunnid miles on dem shrooms

I'm a pack a paper den pack a bag I'm going up to the moon

First class weed jet fuel, no stress up on neptune

I ain't even in a rush but if u ask me den I'm going up soon

Ima diamond ina ruff, all I wanna do is cut through

Cut ties you get cut loose, I can do this wit my own 2

I just hit the bank