(Hook: Sketch and Yung BooL)
(Sketch)
Sketch and BooL too deep, we openly doubt y'all
Some extra cool dudes we, still dope with the sound off
(Yung BooL)
Haven't had a brew in two weeks, still woke up without drawers
You lose me if you hope for my downfall
(x2)
(Yung BooL)
Who's that n***a? I'm glad you asked, n***a
It's that half n***a please refer to me as Bradford Lane
Quick to skip cla** witcha just to hit fast swishers
And laugh with ya
Deceitful smile used to mask the pain
Now pa** the Jane
Smoking an L with my goons
Right when the bell rang at noon
? in cla** to pa** math quizzes
(What?)
And so we fell in my coup and to tell you the truth
I kinda do miss that livin'
The fast livin', we sneakin' in cla** skippings
Set the fast limit, weed weekends and bad b**hes
A broke artist smoking, cop ‘bout a G a day
Job's not an option for me
But shout out my woes who did it
Yeah I'll never knock a degree
The ? life was just not meant for me
Patiently waitin', I plot and I scheme for a yacht full of tings
You are op if you're not with the team
(Hook)
(Sketch)
After I sniff, Sketch's nose burns
You give me coke and I'll snort it
That's how I wrote and recorded this whole verse in six seconds
And that's including a quick edit
I take a shot of Crown then I spit reckless
You're not allowed in my clique's presence if you jock the sound
To bite the style's a grim d**h wish
The hottest ‘round for quite a while, I've been wrecking
I taught ‘em how to fight for vile and sick lessons
There's nothing after life when I call the abyss heaven
I'm big-headed like Chris Evans before they turned him into the captain I murder kids when I'm rapping
A bourbon sip from the flask then I swerve the whip then I crash it
Sketch'll get a b**h pregnant get your piss tested
The lines are blurry, I'm kinda worried I'm dyslexic
This kid texted me that he wanted a pig wetted
But instead of doin' what he said I snuck up on Trump in bed and rubbed his head
I thought he wanted a wig petted
I must've misread it
(Hook)