[Intro]
(See I'm fresh though, you see how I'm coming, man?)
(Off White on with the 1's, with the G-Fazos, this shit hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Too fresh, fresh to death, Gucci on me too)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (And I'm freestyling, ya dig?, uh)
Ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash? Uh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me you dead, huh, that shit closed curtain
She blow my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurt—

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, uh, catch my vibe, yeah, ayy (Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy)
She can blow on my team, but she can't blow my high, huh (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys, uh (Ohh)
Every day I get high, uh (Ohh)
Lean, lean, 'til I die, uh, ayy (Ohh)
Here you go, ayy
I ain't the same n***a I was a year ago
I ain't ever been no trap house
Boy, that shit a miracle
But my brother in that trap house
Whippin' that shit like miracle
All-white whip like Miracle
Fuck that bitch from the back
She screamin', singin' negro spirituals
I got this shit sealed, lil' bitch, like I laced up an envelope
You not dope, you anti-dope
I'm Travis with that antidote
Cigarette, you got the smoke
You run up on me, you get poked
Blow down, 'lluminati, take your soul now
Kendrick, I may take control now, uh
She like: "Woah, now"
Fuck her too fast, slow down
I'm finna last, I'm off the Perc'
Save no ho, not up in church
I could swear, I could merch, huh
I'll put you right on the dirt
R. Kelly with it, you know I'ma flirt, huh
I'm Bill Cosby off the molly, huh
Baby, I'm going berserk, huh
I'ma prolly catch a body, huh
Then put your team on the shirt
[Bridge]
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
(Yeah, uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash? Uh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me you dead, huh, that shit closed curtain
She blow my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurt—

[Verse 2]
Uh, I done fell in love with the codeine, uh
I don't think that codeine know me, uh
My bitch on the table catchin' nosebleeds, uh
I ain't never fuck with the nosebleeds
Uh, wasted, doin' drugs in my basement
Fuckin' that bitch, everyday shit, I need a baecation
Miami, I'm waiting, that bitch hot, no Satan
I've been contemplatin', I've been chasin' greatness
Yeah, huh, I'm in the cut with the drugs, yeah
Body all under the rug, yeah
I don't got time for the lust, yeah
I don't got time for love, you don't got time for us, uh
Tick-tock, time is up, ayy, I need a time up
Glock sing like CeCe Winans
[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash? Uh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me you dead, huh, that shit closed curtain
She blow my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurt—