[Intro] [high-pitched flute riff, atmospheric synth pad] [808 bass enters] [Chorus] [melodic rap vocals with heavy auto-tune] I just got up in my bag and I made a film (I made a film) Huh, my brother tryna run some bread, he up in the kitchen whippin' (hold on) And no I can't fuck with these niggas, they always keep talkin' 'bout shit that they don't know Make no sense, my niggas tryna get rich I can't trip 'bout no bitch, I'm so high on... make no sense [snare and hi-hats enter] I fuck your heart, it can't be fixed, damn Baby girl, we never played, I'm so high I can't feel shit Soggy diamonds in the six, that's four-five, it came with a switch Twin Glocks, I'm feelin' like Wick, eight more bitches, I think she a witch (hold on) [Verse 1] She wanna eat off a Gucci plate, she wanna see how the Toosie taste Give me the trem' like a Boosie fade, really go catch it, who gonna hate? This ain't a game that you gonna play, you set the plate then it's too erase World too fake for my foolish state (ew) [drums drop out] Gotta go back to space, I turned the flight to a UPA [drums re-enter] You ain't peep that what I say, I give a fuck about who gonna hate I give a fuck about what they say, I do this shit anyway I do this shit just my way, I do this shit just my way I do this shit just my way, A-O-K, I'm gonna be stayed Got my Glock, put it right in the safe, gas bag, poppin' on lava cake Dirty want smoke, that's bombs away, wrap it up quick, I be home by eight Text bae, tell her I'm on my way [Chorus] I just got up in my bag and I made a film (I made a film) Huh, my brother tryna run some bread, he up in the kitchen whippin' (hold on) And no I can't fuck with these niggas, they always keep talkin' 'bout shit that they don't know Make no sense, my niggas tryna get rich I can't trip 'bout no bitch, I'm so high on... make no sense I fuck your heart, it can't be fixed, damn Baby girl, we never played, I'm so high I can't feel shit Soggy diamonds in the six, that's four-five, it came with a switch Twin Glocks, I'm feelin' like Wick, eight more bitches, I think she a witch (hold on) [Outro] [flute riff continues, drums fade out] [atmospheric synth pad fades]
