[Chorus]
Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home
Got my backyard, that shit bigger than Rome
God, that forehead talkin', that shit look like a dome
Pulled up to the stu’ in a Versace robe
Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh’fuckin' pope
Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes
Tryna tell them that my shit just so dope
In the beginning I hade no hope
Now I finally see how I can cope

[Post-Chorus]
Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon
Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in
Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'fuckin' wrеckin’
Put a bitch up for ransom like Lil Tecca
Grudges ’gainst mе, like, I'm talkin’ Becca
Welsh motherfucker, shout out Bambino Beck-a
Call me fuckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker"
Diablo

[Verse]
You made a one, and a three
Then you act like you need me, you’re back on my PP
Fam, I'm back in my wheelies, back on my TV
Most you motherfuckers sittin' down by Chris Breezy
Don't ask me how to rap, 'cause this shit ain't easy
I'm only 13, I don't have the keys, G
It's been two fucking hours, fam, you gotta believe me
I feel like the Diva, I am a achiever
Imagine Dragons, "Believer," makin' my land like a beaver
I can't take this shit no more, I need a breather
Smokin' seven cigs a day, I think I got the fever
Temperature hotter than the middle-east, uh
I'm more than just priest, uh
Man, fuck that shit, my heart's so cold
I ain't got a motive, but I sure got a loco
Heart so cold, it be needin' some cocoa
I'll make you go broke, bro
I'm finna go slow, woah
I been on my fuckin' grind
Eat that shit like supper time
I think I need another .9
I think I need another line
Bye—what a surprise, need a fuckin' torch to wander in the dark
Heart be made of iron, like I'm fucking Tony Stark
Strugglin' for my life, that shit finna fall 'part
Fat, but doin' business, call me fucking Paul Blart
I talked to my idol, now my Discord all marked
[Chorus]
Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home
Got my backyard, that shit bigger than Rome
God, that forehead talkin', that shit look like a dome
Pulled up to the stu' in a Versace robe
Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh'fuckin' pope
Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes
Tryna tell them that my shit just so dope
In the beginning I hade no hope
Now I finally see how I can cope

[Post-Chorus]
Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon
Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in
Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'fuckin' wreckin'
Put a bitch up for ransom like Lil Tecca
Grudges 'gainst me, like, I'm talkin' Becca
Welsh motherfucker, shout out Bambino Beck-a
Call me fuckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker"
Diablo