Pop, Lock & Dropdead

Hello, hey, listen to

Welcome to the club

I spilled lean on my pants (Okay)

Life suck, oh well, true that (Okay)

Woke up and got a bag (Okay)

Nine, three 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)

Nine, three octane, that's gas

Got blood on my bae's Vans

Got knives, I don't use hands

Trust me, you not my man's

Smoke blunts with Slenderman

This is ya boy, Eatthatpussy445

And about like thirty to forty-five minutes ago

I beat the fuck out of my dick so goddamn hard

I ride my own dick 'cause I'm feelin' 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'm a hot boy, oh, goddamn (Oh, goddamn)

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)

9-3 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)

Nine, three octane, that's gas