Steady ridin' low, eyes steady swole
Feel like death row, 1994
$uicide tears, dripping off our mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees with that indo sparkin'
♥♥♥♥♥, don't even look my way, 'cause I ♥♥♥♥♥♥' hate talkin'
Got them spinners on the hearse, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ for dessert
Pour me up a four, I'm sipping codeine 'til the dirt

Ridin' 'round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate
Outta state, eating grapes, blowin' dank, no yank, ♥♥♥♥♥
Dry as ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ weed
$lick, havin' a panic attack with the Mac on his lap and now he makin' beats
Smurf in the back tryna get some sleep
Gas tank on E, not a stain on me, sunset, cool breeze
Lookin' at the moon and then I turn into a goon
I'm doing what I please, throwin' up some ♥♥♥♥♥♥ threes

Slide in deep while I’m tipped, tryna run cash up
Steady fiendin' more income like, "Damn, bruh, what I gotta do to get out of these problems I’m facing?"
Light a smooth J in my right hand
Got ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ just like U2
Get the cash, man
I didn’t always have for the cab, man
Ain’t no tellin' what a ♥♥♥♥♥ do to you
Shake your hand or just shoot through you
I’m the man that you show respect when seen cruisin' through
Either that or get that ass fanned up
Matter fact, I rather run bands up
Meet the pocket chopper, mini rocket-launcher
Stay out the way or get bagged up, ♥♥♥♥♥