Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin' I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France I just ran right through the dirt, with zero help from no one else We don't trip, reload the stick, and send a bullet through his head Pockets stuffed with hundreds, fifties, bitch, I think I need a belt Find his lo', soon as we hit this bitch, I think they call the feds I don't know, need no more, where'd you go? I grab the pole, he get hurt, he get smoked Got nowhere to go, losing hope, losing focus It feel like you got no one else, call my phone, we could cope I just got a Taycan, I push it to the max Startin' to feel like I'm an icon, these bitches be obsessed I promise you just not that guy, pal, we send one through yo' head I'm sorry, you just not my type, girl, go find you someone else Girl, yo' boyfriend need to pipe down, 'fore we come find him Love this ho, but she a psycho, she need confinement Flooded wrist, cost yo' life, can't tell what the time is Grab the stick, we don't fight, we don't beef in silence Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin' I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France