Fuck boy I'm going crazy
Uh
Yea we know
Yea huh
And I been countin dumb paper
Cash flow
Whatchu mean that we not talking about the green
Then I won't talk
And I been going crazy since I was a teen
Now I'm grown

And I got stupid on my own
Locked in cranking out these songs
Locked in wit my fucking bruddas
We gon go so fucking hard
Whippin swervin in them lanes
Burning rubber getting gone
Smoking dopey dopey dopey dopey dopey to da dome
Yea
Fuck boy
Stop the talking now
This shyt coming off the dome
And I'm too fly
Like walk it out
But I am not a fashion killa
All my swag is aura bro
Shorty took me to her crib and gave a tour of bed in room