Chorus: FrankTheMusican
Yo that's actually dope as fuck if you’re talking serious
Nah, I can't deal with that dumbass shit bro you serious?
Ayo, Yung Castor on this shit we real delirious
They top me right in this bi
I can not love you, do you copy?
When I drink Henny, I'm sloppy
Beating it up like im Rocky
I feel like Legend no John

Verse: FrankTheMusican
I pray for blessings all night
Millionth time through the grapevine
Bring a bitch in this section
Big nine on the waistline
You can fuck around and get FaceTimed
Big dope blowin’ by the state lines
Said, "I'm twenty pounds" bitch im 45
That's a state crime man go run around
Good body and the face fine
I'm off Perc', it'll take time
Bend it back and she break spine
And she twenty-seven like she deli wine
I can not love you

Verse 2: Baby Keem
Man strapped up like Rambo, man strapped up like velcro
And he talking like so fake, piano
He like soprano
This is my family, this is my backbone
Take a little bitch in the castle
Fuck up on the front
White bitch in my jeans, blue flannel
Foreign little bitch be from Tamil
Foreign car when I blow past, yeah
They just throw it back, no question
I can not deal with this pressure
And they gonna love no feeling, I got my money no building
Trees rot and flowers start to curl
Baby, what's happened to the world?
Winds rip away at the walls of my home
What's the matter? Oh, I’ll never know
Baseball hail hittin’ cars in the road
We're hopeless if we rally let alone on our own
Save the good thoughts for your mind to unfurl
Welcome to the end of the world
Chorus: FrankTheMusican
Yo that’s actually dope as fuck if you're talking serious
Nah, I can't deal with that dumbass shit bro you serious?
Ayo, Yung Castor on this shit we real delirious
They top me right in this bi
I can not love you, do you copy?
When I drink Henny, I'm sloppy
Beating it up like im Rocky
I feel like Legend no John