A.F.H

[Intro]

(Keep that, Paryo)

(Zetra)

[Chorus]

Know we got sticks on deck

My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads

Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit

So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh, yeah

[Verse 1]

Lost some friends along the way, but that's just how it goes

They true colors pop out when you start to sell out shows

You feel a way, then I don't care, 'cause I been on my own

Been in the stu' like every week, bitch, that's my second home

Yeah, coupe, know it's candypaint

Don't care about what you think

Can't hang with us, he not gang

So fuck what a fuck nigga think

My shooter, he ready, let it ring

I love my money, expensive things

I’m livin' the life that I dreamed

And these niggas not, that shit on God

They in the crib or workin' a job

Poppin' that shit, don't care about cost

That's not my bitch, I'm cuttin' her off

And that's on God, no, I'm not involved

Not sittin’ down, bitch, I'm standin' tall

I'm in Alyx, don't shop at the mall

We runnin' up like it's an assault (Oh, woah-woah-woah)

[Chorus]

Know we got sticks on deck

My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads

Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit

So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh, yeah

[Verse 2]

Brand new tee, got it cropped

You can't rock this shit like me, I got the brand new drop

Know that I'm way out of his league, these niggas best not talk

When I was eleven I turned thirteen, 'cause I didn't fuck with cops, oh, yeah

I know who my friends and know who are not, no one see that shit from afar

And I know she wanna come fuck with the kid, 'cause she already know I'm a star

You wouldn't believe like half of the shit I told you that we did on tour

We was up in the club, we throwin' them hundreds up in the air, on the floor

We was in the back of the sprinter, said, "Fuck it," we might make a song on the bus

Brought all my friends on the tour and we turned that bitch up, nigga, nobody do it like us

My brodie nicknamed the AR, that bitch Hannah Baker, that bitch gonna pull up and cut

I got a photoshoot when I touch down in LA, know I'm finna hit up my boy TRVST, yeah

[Chorus]

Know we got sticks on deck

My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads

Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit

So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh, yeah

And we got sticks on deck

My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads

Ran up one million as a teen, niggas can't tell me shit

So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no bitch, oh, yeah