[Verse 1] Life sucks when you talking 'bout the game Boolin' with my niggas and we dreaming on the way, yeah Planning all the problems that we made Got that AK-47 just to ruin all your days, yeah, yeah You don't commit, let that bitch sit They call me bossy but I give no shit I go to cash out on pink tamagotchis I promise that next time I'll grow up a bit Calling for the first time Say she wanna show the tan lines I told her hit me on the FaceTime These niggas hanging off the grape vine Ten deep walking down baseline No I don't got no damn time Niggas asking for a lifeline I got ways to the gold mine Nigga I'm about mine Pay attention to the hand sign Niggas running from the gang signs, gang signs
[Outro] I was just like, the rest of them I don't really fuck with cause I remember them all coming over to fucking Robby's and smoking us all a joint and after it was all done they were like \"Yo, that was a DMT joint.\" And we were all fuckin staring at this plate on the table that had like this flowery design on it and everyone was like \"Yo, you see that fuckin plate?\" And we're like droolin lookin at the fuckin plate