[Verse 1: Lewi$ Gold]
Ay
I came in this bitch looking like John Lennon
Five hoes chasing me, asking me if I'm the [?]
I ain't tellin', I'm tryna see if I can see seven
Low life thuggin', while I'm set to go to heaven
Smokin' Mary Jane everyday, that's my lesson
Tell a bitch, to her face, if she needs a fucking [message?]
Yeah I know, I'm insane but you need to know I'm flexin'
I'm with kill, we might kill, cus' it's fire what we settin'
It's a motherfucking myth when we be spittin' like a legend
Got a gold [?] and my mind never lеtting y'all
Fake motherfuckers tеll me that I'm not the next
And only been eight months, 2017 gon' tell 'em, ay ay
2017 gon' tell 'em, ay ay
You gon' know we be flexing ay ay
On a tour bus at your city
Might fuck your little bitty

[Verse 2: Killstation]
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Me and Lewi$ Gold might take your bitch
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Now [I'm at the club?] and your bitch on my dick
Tryna stand in line, but you always waste your time
Better [?] you don't try
You can't fuck with me and mine
Yeah you tryna stand in line, but you always waste your time
Better [?] you don't try
You can't fuck with me and mine