Pull up in my Asian flush
[Hook (x2)]
Pull up in my Asian flush (x2)
I don't give a f** (x4)
It's what we do
[Verse 1]
The ba** hits harder than the shots did
Oh sh**, reckon I just lost it
Liquid courage confidence is just talking sh**
Boys I go clubbing with pulling in all the chicks
Always end up with the fattest friend
Or just sit alone pack of cigarettes
Can't dance to this music, the DJ must be kidding, playing a pre-mix, this sh** is ridiculous
Now that Henry Lin has pulled up on the scene, f** a suit and tie 9-5 to live the dream
Kept my record clean now turn to life of sin, bills green or yellow like the colour of my skin
I'm a nihilistic hedonist, look over to Changwang like "I think I'm feeling this"
Grown estranged to serotonin, if I OD on these pills at least I'll die happy then
Another Semester Ends but what never does is the pain of loneliness
Especially through the lens of Snapchat stories, scroll through models I'll never meet and Dan Bilzerian
"I'm alright" a lie, but used to it, shots of that pure Moutai -- the clarity stay lit all-night
Like incense to cover the scent of blood, when all's said and done, they will worship this warrior like 关云长
[Bridge]
This Asian kid more twisted than Orochimaru's tongue (his mind is f**ing twisted)
Like the ones that I tore from the mouths of the snakes backstabbing the squad (f** them up, f** them up)
Blood by the gallon vomiting from their throats on the polished marble floor (call the cops, I don't give a f**)
Don't say that you haven't been warned fly too close to the Sun (and you'll end up with your Adam's apple cut, Gus)