[Hook: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f*ck 'round, pus*y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f*ck 'round, you get murked
These n*ggas b*tches, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*tch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
[Verse 1: LOTTA GRAND]
Wasn’t the money that made me a savage
Not doing nothing we just gon’ be average
Breaking up waves and we planting the magic
b*tch, I was plotting to see
Who are you striving to be?
Who are you trying to be?
f*ck, I want nothing, you know I’m just trying to be
Treating my bros before hoes
‘Cause they do the same just like one family
King of the man, f*ck I got plans
Calling the shots, don’t know if I can
Rap with the squad, that b*tch from Japan
Hot like the crust, just know that I can
[Interlude: XXXTENTACION & Geneva]
Aye, I got a question, if I die would you miss me?
Why are you asking me this?
‘Cause I wanna know, if I die would you miss me?
Yeah
Ha ha, good
*Gunshots*
[Verse 2: LOTTA GRAND]
Left ‘em in shock
Tears and the blood of these people rushed to 9-1-1
You knew who it was
Pray for the homie, he could of been home
See, I bet you knew who it was
It’s only a matter of time before we lose legends
The crew used a gun
They thought it was fun
The crew used a gun
Lyrical veterans, they making a list
Of who they should keep and who they should miss
Keep me around like Brakes with the cliques
And keep it around like Jay with a diss
And Jay he don’t miss, respecting the best
I’d die for my brothers, forget all the rest
Forget all the rest, forgetting the best
Sadly, we keep losing the best
[Hook: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f*ck 'round, pus*y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f*ck 'round, you get murked
These n*ggas b*tches, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*tch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
n*ggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n*gga throw a backpack, n*gga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f*ck n*gga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*tch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, aye!