[Pre-Chorus]
Man what y’all wanna do? Let's die then, let's get it

[Chorus]
I fell in the pool on Friday
She make me feel like it’s Friday
I rather do this shit my way
I am that dude, I’m the don, ayy
How you shoot him and miss all yo’ shots?
Put him in G league like Bron, ayy
I’m cool wit' taking a loss
You kill, you take him abroad
Just know that ho put her face on my cock
All of these people so fake, it's a mirage
Bro like a bot, he face him then ride
I’m finna paint her shit with that gloss
Ooh, jump in the sauce
If she a ocean, I'm an albatross
You n***as start rappin’, you can’t pay the cost
You wanted a feat, had to fake you a song
I told her to leavе, her face was so long
I don’t evеn wanna be here, take me to Guam
Give a fuck around bring my n***as on vacation
They ain’t even gonna wanna go back to the slums
Cool a forty mag on ‘em, yeah n***a this drum
I’ll make me a diamond just give me a stone
Just give me one minute with you on the phone
Whatever we had decayed in his bones
[Verse]
(Oh) These feelings I had we came in strong
Y’all been in my head, I been cryin’ for so long
Y’all been in my head, I ain’t cryin' for my n***as
They growin’ up fast, I’m proud of my siblings
If she was in trouble, scale me a building
If her new n***a abuse, I’ma kill ‘em
Like, what y’all wanna do? Let's get it
That shit you on, that’s little (Yeah)
Baby, you cool wit' being a bribe bitch?
You could be in a garden
I done fell in a pool, I’m fried, yeah
She make me feel like I’m on Friday
I just wanna do this shit my way
Baby we can be in a movie
Nut on her face, on her boobie
Bro tagged a toe we was two deep
I ain’t even have me like two G’s
And I ain’t talkin bout grams
Where the hurricane at? I ain’t talkin’ bout Lamb's
Let's go to the mall, I ain’t talkin’ about Champs
She suck on my balls, [?] friends
Let's run it back, lets do it again
What ya'll wanna' do, let's get it (Let's get it)

[Chorus]
I fell in the pool on Friday
She make me feel like it’s Friday
I rather do this shit my way
I am that dude, I’m the don, ayy
How you shoot him and miss all yo’ shots?
Put him in G league like Bron, ayy
I’m cool wit' taking a loss
You kill, you take him abroad
Just know that ho put her face on my cock
All of these people so fake, it's a mirage
Bro like a bot, he face him then ride
I’m finna paint her shit with that gloss
Ooh, jump in the sauce
If she a ocean, I'm an albatross
(You n***as start rappin’, you can’t pay the cost)
(You wanted a feat, had to fake you a song)
(I told her to leave, her face was so long)
(I don’t even wanna be here, take me to Guam)
(Give a fuck around bring my n***as on vacation)
(They ain’t even gonna wanna go back to the slums)
(Cool a forty mag on ‘em, yeah n***a this drum)
(I’ll make me a diamond just give me a stone)
(Just give me one minute with you on the phone)
(Whatever we had decayed in his bones)