HitKidd, what it do, man?
Six mgs, I feel like MJ
Still sick in my head, still standin
Its that time of the night
Gonna have the time of your life
You know-you know Im a drainer
Till I meet my maker
And Im gonna do it later
I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
Im a paper chaser
Six mgs, I feel like MJ
Whos that in the Beamer? Man, its Yung Lean and Bladee
I guess that Im having one of those days
Ima pour some rosé for my dead homie
Dont know-dont know why they actin like they know me
You dont really know me, okay, go away
I feel like my life is like a movie
My life is a movie, but its nothin to me
I know where to get it, I know where to cop
I hop out the Beamer then I drop the top
Me and Bladee grindin, we get to the guap
My diamonds on fire, my Moncler on lock
Got all the keys, but I cant find the lock
Keep goin forever, dont know when to stop
Neon green lights, I pull up to the spot
Its Neal Yung, bitch, you know I rock
When your bitch see me, you know she get shocked
Money my shoes, money my socks
Posted up with the Louis V on my flip-flops
Pour out some champagne for my dead brodie
Still dont give a fuck, I go hard for all my homies
They say they want the old Lean, but they dont know me
Me and Bladee show no love, money, we be foldin
Holdin onto the light like its golden
Its Sad Boys, GTB, bitch, we rollin
Snow land, nightmare is forever
We stay golden, stay golden
Stay golden, stay golden
Six mgs, I feel like MJ
Still sick in my head, still standin
Its that time of the night
Gonna have the time of your life
You know-you know Im a drainer
Till I meet my maker
And Im gonna do it later
I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
Im a paper chaser
Six mgs, I feel like MJ
Still sick in my head, still standin
Its that time of the night
Gonna have the time of your life
You know-you know Im a drainer
Till I meet my maker
And Im gonna do it later
I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
Im a paper chaser