Intro: Yung Christ
You did good $lick
It's a Smash
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Verse 1: Yung Christ
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K' with an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in
All of my walls, they closing in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse
But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quartеr mill' and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus with thеm Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water
Anytime, any place, any hood, any state
Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fucking face
Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased
Poet when I'm spitting game Game
Show me how that pussy shaved Shaved
Dosage climbin' with my shame Shame
Mama crying for my pain Pain
Will they ever understand No
Can I even help my dad No
Money fuckin' up my fam', giving until there's nothing left
Pulling up in that latest Damn
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowing through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
Verse 2: Romeo da Black Rose
Why the fuck you look to me for help
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through
But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin'
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm gripping my .9
Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height
Standing tall over my grave
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste
Lil Shawty wanna marry me, I said You're better off in debt
If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
I ride for my family that's Grey*59
Try and be all I can be and not waste my time
On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind
Outro: Yung Christ & Romeo da Black Rose
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air
Three fingers in the air
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, m-
Three fingers in the air, main
I ride for my family that's Grey*59
I ride for my family that's Grey*59
Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Try and be all I can be and I waste my time