(M8I)
(Off, I can't just run off, can't just run off)
(Off, I can't just run off, c-c-c-can't just run off)
(Off, I can't just run off, can't just run off)
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, huh (off, I can't just run off)
Boop, boop, boop-boop-boop (what? What?)

Uh, run this ho back (yeah), uh, run this ho back (yeah, yeah)
Twin got mob ties, I don't want nothin' to do with that (slatt, slatt)
She got frog eyes, she see me, she jump on that, yeah (woo, let's go)
Got 'em all fried (woo, woo, woo), that boy gang a fish fillet (oh, yeah, go, go)
Yeah, poppin' outside, back-back (oh, yeah, go, go)
Talk too much, he on the cop side, back-back-back (o-o-oh, yeah, go)
I can't talk 'bout shit, I told the cops lies, back-back-back (oh, yeah)
She wan' hop in it, yeah, hop in my ride

Oh, you must've lost your mind, you can't pass that (boop, boop, boop)
Blocked her, now she call me three times on the Snapchat (what?)
Be-beat the pussy good, now she wanna bring the cat back (what? What?)
He is not my bud, not my friend, I'm not gon' bap that
Yeah, I was so damn high (so high), I cannot see shit (see shit), yeah
This the hottest song out your album, keep it, uh (uh-huh, keep it)
My twin bag 'em up, that boy got no defense (oh, yeah, defense)
Poppin' out, they backin' up (oh, yeah), y'all should know I'm leavin' (woo, woo)
Yeah, knots (what?), bitch, I'm gettin' knots (what?)
Yeah, knots, bitch, I'm gettin' knots (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, knots (what?), bitch, I'm gettin' knots (slatt)
Bitch, I'm gettin' popped (slatt), ride 'round with my guap (slatt, woo, bitch)
Don't see you keepin' up (keepin' up)
Blowin' up (yeah), I feel like a nova (boop, boop)
You can't keep up (yeah), don't see you keepin' up (y-yeah)
'Va-va-va, blowin' up, I feel like a nova, 'va-va
You can't keep up

Run this ho back (I feel it), uh, run this ho back (run it, woo, woo)
Twin got mob ties, I don't want nothin' to do with that (go)
She got frog eyes, she see me, she jump on that, yeah
Got 'em all fried, that boy gang a fish fillet (boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Yeah, poppin' outside, back-back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Talk too much, he on the cop side, back-back-back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't talk 'bout shit, I told the cops lies, back-back-back (yeah, yeah)
She wan' hop in it, yeah, hop in my ride (bet, what? What?)

Yeah, fuckin' up the brain
Fuckin' up the brain, fuckin' up the brain (woo, bitch)
Chyeah, uh, fuckin' up the brain
Fuckin' up the brain, fuckin' up the brain (what the fu– slayr)

(M8I)
Fuck what these niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh?
I'm top five in this bitch, really top one, I don't give a fuck what these niggas talkin' 'bout
Yeah, yeah
Aha, y'all thought slayr could only do that EDM shit?
Nah, they don't even know what's 'bout to happen, bruh
Turn that next shit off, fuck you mean?