Verse 1
Balenciaga with my GUAPI on (My GUAPI on, on, yeah)
I say, "I pour mud in my styrofoam" (Inside my styrofoam, oh, oh)
I been tryna say a prayer for grandma to come home (Oh, oh, oh)
Guess I'm living in an imaginary place
I say, "I guess I'm livin' like a villain up inside his last days"
Can't buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side lil Dave

Chorus
We done been so long with each other, build a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you? Hold on
You done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans

Bridge
I spray that Draco 'round, bitch, you better not play with me
I'm dangerous
I know that you ain't easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, oh-oh

Refrain
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall and gave her cheese like a NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe

Verse 2
I'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead
Mm-hm-mm
I can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'
They ain't give me nothin', hand out like I owe them somethin'
Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve
Oh, God, that for all my loved ones

Chorus
We done been so long with each other, build a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you? Hold on
You done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans

Refrain
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall and gave her cheese like a NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe