Wednesday

Don't show my face like the most wanted

All of this paper got dogs barking

Catch me strutting through the six nigga

I treat the street like a red carpet

Scarlxrd is on beast mode

I take shots I don't reload

Puffin on green like I'm Ceelo

Fuck the keys, I've got cheat codes

My savage friends have all lost it

They don't sit and pree comments

They don't tweet or do gossip

But they'll blast a man like Team Rocket

Wanna act slimy, slip and then run up

Go on then try me, tell a man fuck off

Never been a long ting

Still grab a boy by his neck

And send hits to his skin like a drummer

Got my cash on repeat like a stutter

Young boy wonder, rowing these numbers

Came from the gutter where they stick up a sucker

Hide [?] tools and the cash in the duffer

The workers they tell me to slow down

I don't ever take a sick day

They don't know, well they know now

I run with the cash like a relay

I'm so fly, style on sky, on cloud 9, fuck what they think

Deep in some pussy I'm the zombie guy

I could die 9 times and I still would win like ay

No one can kill off my vibe, stars in my eyes

Like a nigga couldn't blink, yeah

Baby girl met me tonight, took me upstairs

And she sucked on my dick, yeah

All of you niggas are shit, yeah

I put my name on my fist, ay

Hundred racks before 18, woah, just off the white on my chin, woah

I put the white on her lip, ay

Shawty so bad and she thick, yeah

She said she loving my accent, imma fuck her and her friends

This is the shit that I spit when I'm gone off the JD

None of these niggas can change me

Got my heart broken when I was broke

Now a niggas rich single and crazy, yeah

I'm on some bachelor shit, two bad [?] go mad for the kid

I know that I changed, you know that I changed

Everything changed but my pockets are thick

All of my women are 'licious

I only talk baddies and riches

My girl said I'm bad in the kitchen

She left me for acting suspicious

Celebrate life with the whole team

They think they're [?] but they're not me

You niggas write comments I don't read

You talk about my life like I'm gon' see

Love when they type, but I don't see it I'm legally blind

[?] on [?] back to life

I see it, I like it, I cop it, don't care 'bout the price

Fuck up the check, three days later

Got my whole bank account looking alive

I do not care 'bout the shit that they talk about

[?] to them niggas [?] came back to life, oh jeez

I don't keep cash in my wallet, uh

I put the check on my words, yeah

All of these baddies are on me

And I like it, okay yeah

I cannot talk to you niggas, ay

Spent my day fucking on figures, yeah

Imma go run up the digits

She ain't fucking I'll leave it, yeah yeah

I'm so gone, gin has got me fucked up

She texts me: Whatever; I reply saying: Whatever, yeah

I got the [?] in my, yeah

Money solved all my problems, yeah

Hunnid racks all on my body, yeah

Suite life but no lobby, yeah yeah

SCAR, LXRD

Where’s the gin? Let’s get fucked up