[Chorus: SiR]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me

[Verse 1: SiR]
Ayy (Ayy), ayy
I might pop a clip (Ayy)
Funny how it hit (Hit)
I ain't talkin' shit (No, no)
Fuck the politics (Fuck the politics)
I am not a bitch (No, no, no, no, no)
Got a 'bout it bitch (Got a 'bout it bitch)
She ain't 'bout her shit
Hey, I might blow a bag (Yeah)
On some ignorant shit
I don't pay no rent (Nah)
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit
Feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks
I got money on the books

[Pre-Chorus: SiR]
Can't believe the shit that I see (Oh-oh)
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze (Oh-oh)
She do what shе please, keep her off thе leash (Yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant
[Chorus: SiR]
Wo-wo-wo-world get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign, SiR & Ty Dolla $ign]
No-no-not like me
Been doin' this, still hot like me
Turn everything to a bop like me
SiR told me, "Stop", so I pop my piece, tell Top I need my swap, ayy
'64 Chevy, no top, ayy
Ride through the city with a badass bitch, extendo in my Glock, ayy
Solo and dolo, the day I did Marni, I used to be Polo
Clutchin' my piece when a fan want a photo
Paranoia like it's Two thousand one-four
Older I get, more I look like my uncle
Screamin', "Free TC" that's tatted on my knuckles
Free Brittney Griner, they held her in Russia
I smoke every day, so that could've been me though
Meanwhile, they killin' these innocent people
[Pre-Chorus: SiR]
Can't believe the shit that I see (Oh-oh)
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze (Oh-oh)
She do what she please, keep her off the leash (Yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant

[Chorus: SiR]
Wo-wo-wo-world get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me