[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy!
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION & Craig Xen]
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can’t never lack, uh
Use the club, if you hit a lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no b*tch, how you do that? Uh
f*ck the fame, I'ma kill a b*tch if he talk wack, uh
I'ma wreck his sh*t, don't sweat this sh*t, ayy, run it back
If I'm in yo' hood and see you, b*tch, ayy, run it back (Woo!)
Pistols have him running like a f*ckin' running-back
[Verse 2: Craig Xen]
Aye, run it back, run it, run it back (Where he at!?)
Heard that heat was cold, pump him on the place
One step, ayy, shoot that f*ck n*gga for his sack, let him flex
pus*y try to cap, check his motherf*cking stats
Ain't sh*t changed but the ring on my
Middle f*cking finger, I bleed on 'em, baow
Heard him sneak dissin' on my team, not gon' lie
Aye, hit him for the piece, snatch that bling on him
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Fool me, you try me you’ll lose ya hopscotch, mm
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or f*ckboys," uh (Ayy-ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, uh (Ayy!)
Cut a opp, not no f*cking mom want dead guys, uh
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, mmm (Ayy!)
[Outro: XXTENTACION]
Ayy!
Ayy!