[Interlude: Lil Sknow, Huskii]
What the fuck (?), ay

[Verse 1: Lil Sknow]
4AM I’m gettin wix (brick), she just want me for my ticks (what?)
Gave me a mess on my dick (blergh),
I made her play with the clit (yeah)
Gettin' ripped anyway, any day, no way, don’t play with my game like Birdman says (brrr), put some respect on my name (respect)
I’m only chasing a wage (cash), you cunts are chasin' the fame (texter)
Shivs and a gun and my mates (brrrt) , pigs wanna come to his place
Kids runnin' off with the chain (runnin'),
I need some top on the stage (blergh)
I need a boss little babe (blergh)
, she's lockin' the guap in the safe (lock it)
Bought her four just before (what?), now she’s asking me for more (nah)
So I left her at the door (I left it), she be back for my balls (cumming)
Keep a stack on my kicks (bloody), she be actin like a bitch (bitch)
But I got her leavin' in a bit,
I left her chest full of kids
(blergh)
Nevertheless I’ma skid (skrt), always get dressed with a shiv
Check the steps when you trip, 'cause they won’t say how it is (nah)

[Interlude: Huskii, Lil Sknow]
Always dressed with a shiv (flicky), they won't say how it is
'Cause they won't say how it is (nah they won't say it how it is), real talk

[Verse 2: HUSKii]
I sip the lean with my slurpee, 4AM and I’m swervin' (skrt)
4AM and I’m workin', I ate four of them they ain’t workin' (nothin')
I got bricks yeah I’m still earnin' (bots), I make a stack and then I go burn it (gone)
Make a track and they heard it, they only hate cause they nervous (scared)
Take a pack and then serve it, make it back and then turn it
Stab my back you get serviced (dip, dip, dip), I hate the jacks I get nervous
Fuck the dogs I can’t see my brothers, free 'em, writin' letters it sucks they can’t even read 'em
Too ashamed to tell his celly, so I get him a celly and everyday he's tweetin' (brrt, brrt)
I’ve taken L’s I’ve had to learn from it, paid debts I had to earn for it (fuckin' oath)
Never bit the hand that fed me once but take advantage and I’ll turn on it (argh)
I wonder where the plug keep the coke, wonder when he gon’ get off the boat
I wonder if we stop him on his road and run up on him how will he ever know? (Never)
I'm still trapping out a bandos (flats), four days the same pants though (tracks)
Paranoid 'bout these damn phones, we gettin' watched like a Stan show Keep watching, 201