[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, Scarlxrd, yeah
Me no wan' nobody to talk to me right now, hear? Everyting alright!
Ayy
Ready?
[Chorus]
Drop some pounds
I owe myself lots of rounds
We know, the game's got some doubts
I'm full of hate, lost and proud
You're all the same, shut your mouth
[Interlude]
Pull up, pull up, wheel!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pull that fucking up
Are you dumb, bro? Eugh
[Chorus]
Drop some pounds
I owe myself lots of rounds
We know, the game's got some doubts
I'm full of hate, lost and proud
You're all the same, shut your mouth
My crown to take, king got found
These welterweights all backed down
I integrate mindful sound with venom
I got tons, let them come
Got no hobbies, work for fun
I'm inside, part the blinds
Cut the lights, I'm on the run
If you cross me then I'm sorry
Most my demons owe me one
Ducking texts, throwing parties
'Cause I tripled all my funds
[Interlude]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, haha, ayy, ayy
[?]
Traffic shit
Ayy, die
[Verse]
Could have been broke and lame, not focused
Homeless, fuck that, tear up the booth
Nevermind, gonna outball these slow fucks
Home runs, I'm not a fraud like you
Killing my lane, got cash in
I know a place, hide in plain sight, control views
Been about bars and beats since 13
Running 'round wolves with holes in shoes
Gotta get racks, I fiend like an addict
Settle down, I want cash, not static
On a roll, spawning up stash like magic
Anything I want in the world, I have it
Leave me alone, I'm cold, I'm manic
I'm going ghost then I make them panic
They're all lost with no hope, tragic
I'm a boss with my own homes, laughing
What's up?
I know they wanna see me fucked up
I know they're coming for me, what's up?
I don't want a fucking warzone, yeah
What's up?
I know they wanna see me fucked up
I know they're coming for me, what's up?
I don't want a fucking warzone, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
So come on
We know that they'll find some
We know that they're on one
They know that they want some
I know that I bossed up
I know the game's fucked up
I know the game's fucked up
I know the game's fucked up
[Chorus]
Drop some pounds
I owe myself lots of rounds
We know, the game's got some doubts
I'm full of hate, lost and proud
You're all the same, shut your mouth
My crown to take, king got found
These welterweights all backed down
I integrate mindful sound with venom
I got tons, let them come
Got no hobbies, work for fun
I'm inside, part the blinds
Cut the lights, I'm on the run
If you cross me then I'm sorry
Most my demons owe me one
Ducking texts, throwing parties
'Cause I tripled all my funds
[Pre-Chorus]
So come on
We know that they'll find some
We know that they're on one
They know that they want some
I know that I bossed up
I know the game's fucked up
I know the game's fucked up
I know the game's fucked up
