[Intro]
I mean, I usually don’t rap about this bullshit you know. I mean, I’m the deep kind and shit, it’s not who I am. I don’t live it, I just... don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1: SPOOKOUT]
What a day, what a day with a double A/
Couple sips of a lemonade/
Chop, chop with a Chevrolet/
Done, done with a mulla/
Run, run with that loop, make ‘em elavate/
.... Give me that/
Give me that, give me that lean/
Just so you know, ever alone, pick up a phone, couple of hoes/

Dropina devila needs, dunno what happened to me/
Yung Don when she dunno/
Ceiling flat in my condo, gold plates on my lambo.../
No lie, no lie, never land though/
Six figures on the bankroll/
Gotta get, lotta flex, lotta spec, money bet, pussy wet, ARRET, dolla silhouette/

[Bridge]
I got many voices, man, just eh... Let me switch it up real quick

[Verse 2: SPOOKOUT]
I ain’t trapped, I got traps, better/
Run mothafucka - don’t clap/
I be da flexa that runnin in circles no matter the bit that you say about me/
While you be dreaming so tight, I be then skeemin my thoughts and them words that I breathe/
I be da flexa of chains, I be then plexin in vain, level on gain/
Never trade on my J’s... nor the Reeboks/
Keep it hunnid while them others try to keep up/
Yung mothafucka with them wings/
Yung mothafucka with the win/
Spinna tha clean at you creep, typical spilla you be/
Running at, gunning at, run it back, stunning act, clever rap, never gonna get enough of traps/

[Outro]
Ah, all this fuckin bullshit... I can't stand this mothafucka. It is what it is... It is what it is...