sun is down, freezin cold
that’s how we already know, winter’s here
my dawg would probably do it for a louis belt
that’s just all he know he don’t know nothing else
i tried to show em, yeah
i tried to show em, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
dotted focus like a stick and poke
one to ten, this a zero tho

woo, made this here with none of that ice on in the booth
fucking humble here, no flexin on what type of shoes
twelve shot kids, but all the victims do the shoot
got your chick outside, but she still brag about the coupe/coop
none of this shit ever new to me
i don’t need no one to to tutor me
you ain’t a project i want to complete but you act like you’ll ever be due to me
typical ain’t ever suited me
guess i just got an immunity
young bitches on sicko mode, well i don’t need none of your lunacy
say you pulled up in the ghost, are you talking cars or writers?
say you got the pussy, is that lack of courage or vaginas?
they train you hard but you still somehow the caboose
meet/meat me here when you can show me you produce

(someone said)
to win the retreat, you all in too deep
p-p-playing for keeps, i’ll play you for weeks
to win the retreat, you all in too deep
p-p-playing for keeps, i’ll play you for weeks

well, haters always say to me i’m not a fucking rapper to em
i be on a motherfucking beat, i beat a bag into em
men and everybody got a motherfucking swagger to em
monochromic, can i find a p-p-p-p-pattern to em
anyway, (yee)
playlist “P”, i’m on my way to find the Q/queue
you ate (A) my eel (E) you gotta take an IOU
light up the crowd you better scooch (scoot)
how you saying goodbye? you better choose/tschuss
told her hop in, you coming too
why you feeling depressed? the skies are blue
gotta stay sad, gotta take that, gotta pay back, what you paid that
for the Xanax, for the face tat, now you made that, now you fake that, now you baked af; fake hap
base camp, no higher than normal, that’s the truth
music like my shoelaces, playing loops
yeah that’s fruity enough, now where’s the juice?
got my juice in a cup, now where’s the food?

someone said
shawty facetimed me out the blue
someone said
pl-playing for keeps
someone said, motherfucker—someone said
i’ll play you for weeks

yeah
ay, ay
fuck it, i never could be in love
thinking i never could be enough
somebody say that you sleeping on me but i can’t sleep without smoking tree enough
looking for answers cuz i couldn’t act on accord/Accord if i don’t have my key in em
Would Khaled still be in the spotlight if he didn’t have LED in him?
Out like a light, ay, yeah, like a light
sound like shite, had a flight, made a right, cut the lights,
so what? Jesus Christ, ain’t no meaning to the lines
please believe me I see RiRi, imma eat it like panini
fucking all sounds the same, that’s what they like
check in with me, stay for the night
don’t mind the name, just listen to the rhyme,
burning up the stage, fuck it, drop the mic