[Intro]
Skotskr

[Chorus: BLCKK]
Yeah, uh
I told myself that I been better get my grip up
Said I been sipping off a motherfucking drink, uh
Said I been told about how the fuck that I should think
God willing, bitch I die up 'bout this shit, uh

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
Word to my mother I get back on my shit
I want my payment in seven digits
That's if I drop a snippet
You want my company, fuck you
Go buy a fucking ticket
I standing right where they ran up
Like fuck your fucking children
Uh, they think it work like that
Don't get it fucked up
I be your bad luck, uh
I get you hurt like that
Shit I be really on my mission
Pushing [?] get you burnt

[Verse 2: Biv]
Pushing payment, put that down your throat
God knows that these pussies acting like they know they vote
So it goes, running [?] down the road
We could let you know, and lеt it go
Get my weight up (Get my pockеts swole)
Fuck what they talking 'bout
Just tryna talk it out
I don't wanna hear your sound
Fuck around and put you down
[?] tryna tap out, run out
Acting like a trap house
Fuck around, put him on the clock
That's a motherfucking dashhound
Pull up [?]
Do a cashout, and I cash out, yeah yeah
All my words, still been here from my work
Still put your mans in the dirt
I been on alert, I get what I earn
They [?] come for dessert
Pussy boy doesn't deserve
Half of the words that I serve
They tryna eat what I work
We gotta meeting [?]
[Chorus: BLCKK]
I told myself that I been better get my grip up
Said I been sipping off a motherfucking drink, uh
Said I been told about how the fuck that I should think
God willing, bitch I die up 'bout this shit, uh, yeah

[Outro]
(Die up 'bout it, die up 'bout it)