[Chorus]
(I'm not into you)
(Skys is my hero)
I gotta tell ya— mm
I gotta tell ya one thing
I can't be that one n***a
Of course I got to sustain
He'll get touched, down, set, hut, n***a
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
Stepped out with that fye guy, ha, I love propane
Stack my racks all the way to the top, don't need no cranes
Shitted, don't need no Hanes
Don't cross me, look both ways
Thought that lil' boy don't flake
All these Louie's but I don't skate
He get booted, [?]
Molly, the Oxy', the Xan
We [got them K's?] like a ram
We might spray you like PAM
Know what's strange
You ain't doin' it like me, I'm ballin' like James or Harden, yeah
Yeah, hey, what's your wage?
No, I don't need a receipt, baby, that's okay-ay
Put those snakes on her feet, I pay like 3 k-ay
Lil' boy look at you (Flrrr), y'all lil' n***as gay (Haha), ayy
[Verse]
Boy I feel like M', all y'all n***as stans
Blocked a bad ass ho, don't text me again (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just changed my song, how y'all like this?
I just made my big bankroll, how y'all like this?
Called her friend up on the phone, that was frightening
Big bouncy booty bitch
Bit' beautiful, she enticing
Woah, woah
Baby picked the leash and some Chrome, yeah
She said, "When we get home, give you dome" yeah
Of course lil' bitch, I don't gotta force this bitch, she do it on her own
You be forcing bitches, what's wrong with you n***a, you need to get stoned
Bro be torturing bitches, [burning on?] with your dick, get on
Why that shit so murky? That shit dirty, bro be sippin' wrong
And off of that Perc-y I feel like Durk-y, I got big ass eye balls
Ho strong, can't take my pipe off

[Chorus]
(I'm not into you)
(Skys is my hero)
I gotta tell ya— mm
I gotta tell ya one thing
Of course I got to sustain
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
Stepped out with that fye guy, ha, I love propane
Stack my racks all the way to the top, don't need no cranes
Shitted, don't need no Hanes
Don't cross me, look both ways
Thought that lil' boy don't flake
All these Louie's but I don't skate
He get booted, [?]
Molly, the Oxy', the Xan
We [got them K's?] like a ram
We might spray you like PAM
You ain't doin' it like me, I'm ballin' like James or Harden, yeah
Yeah, hey, what's your wage?
No, I don't need a receipt, baby, that's okay-ay
Put those snakes on her feet, I pay like 3 k-ay
Lil' boy look at you (Flrrr), y'all lil' n***as gay (Haha), ayy