Pop, lock, and dropdead

I spilled lean on my pants (okay)
Life suck, oh well, true that (okay)
Woke up and got a bag (okay)
93 octane, that's gas

I spilled lean on my pants (okay)
Life suck, oh well, true that (okay)
Woke up and got a bag (okay)
93 octane, that's gas

Got blood on my pink Vans
Got knives, I don't use hands
Hush man, you not my mans
Smoke blunts with Slenderman

It's ya boy, EatThatPussy445
And about like 30 to 45 minutes ago
I beat the fuck out of my dick so goddamn hard

I ride my own dick 'cause I'm feeling myself (sauce)
I don't need a cosign, I don't need help (woo, woo)
Got my own swag if you can't tell (okay)
Live like I'm dead 'cause I live in hell

She like the way I do my nails (okay)
I'ma hot boy, oh, God damn (oh, God damn)
Goofy, you is comic sans (woo woo woo)
All my apparel from Japan (alright)

I spilled lean on my pants (okay)
Life suck, oh well, true that (okay)
Woke up and got a bag (okay)
93 octane, that's gas

I spilled lean on my pants (okay)
Life suck, oh well, true that (okay)
Woke up and got a bag (okay)
93 octane, that's gas