IRS

Go to sleep and forget it, wake up and regret it

Lifestyle fast, where the fuck am I headed?

Got me thinking that I'm finna die any second

Can't walk outside, a nigga just might get me

Look both sides of my shoulders and I stay ready

YVNGXWORLD on my shoulders and the weight heavy

Paranoid, go to sleep, mad 'cause you ain't text me

Pop my shit, "I'm not him" what you can't tell me

Zaza pack, I can't tap if it ain't smelly

The IRS, they want half 'cause I make money

Seventeen, that's just saying something

What you mean get the bass thumping

We back insidе of this bitch (We back)

She back it up like a truck (On God)

I crash insidе of a ditch (Skrt)

Did the dash, Chrissy hit and run

Who let the bad bitches hit the blunt?

Now I got lipstick, on my runtz

Hollow-tip this stick pack a punch

Bitch, I'm equipped wit' different guns

(fllt,fllt,grllt,bllt) Bitch, you're done

Kick-flip, hit a trick, I stunt

Set trips I know Crips & Bloods

Get the drop, take a trip and dump

Hell no, West Coast Cure hit me up

Beat the pot with my elbow, I'm whippin' up

I rock Crocs and the shell toe, I'm fly as fuck

Call up gang from the jail phone, I say "Wassup"

D-Pluggo what it do? Nae Breezo, what it do?

I go three ho's coming through

Cock it back, reload, let it boom

Rocketship take the bitch to the moon

Two years ago I was on a Zoom

Ran up six figures in my dirty room

Now I'm fucking bitches up in Cancun

Now it ain't a bitch that I can't do

Nowadays I pick but I can't choose

Steppin' into Rick's, shit's brand new

Give her to the gang, get her ran through

I dive inside the crowd like a pool

At night I'm outside with the wolfs

Got rich then stop trying up in school

My wrist i flood diamonds and jewels (wooooohooo)

Yall nigga's not famous

I got fat pockets

That mean im Rod Wavin'

My phone on DND, you hit me up I'ma call later

We could talk later, middle finger my haters

She ride AMG's in my brain, she a mind racer