[Hook]
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone

Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were both kinda thing

Betchya cry, all alone
[Verse 1]
Rec League, I ain't handball

Y'all be string like a broke guitar
And I still put it down like the family dog
Yeah. I murder some, I murder one

Explain it all, Ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the same old love song
Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on

Yeah what you saying to it?
Old money look no money don't do it
^!$$% coming round in they lane like a Huey

And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty
(At her booty) So ratchet now
They wanna smoke ^!$$%s, but they Black & Mild

So we opted out
Ok cool
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Blue drink by the bouquet
'Til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday

(Can I have some?)
#^!$$%sBeLike
Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite

And I said what I felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they can't hold me
Shrooms a lot, drop something

I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers
I scortch women, I'm turnt up
Gut ^!$$%s, so curb balling

Elle Varner got a crush on him
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that
Too true like 2 Chainz
Blue blood like Wolf Gang

[Hook]