(Hook ×3)
I'm on the stage
They tryna copy the wave
Body n***as in the grave
(Verse 1)
Feeling myself I'm paralysed
Roll up yo sh** and juh get high
7 cups dirty sprite
I be chillin puffin at the mall
Yes manica I'm ready to ball
See some bad b**hes
Ey I really want them all
Going against me they gon fall
turn a house wife to a thot
Yea homie imma thottie
Getting high on my own
touch the sky on my own
Never argue just moan
Roll up and fly
Yes I'm ready to die
f** with me cause I'm so finer
Wardrobe full of designer
Tele tele tele tele tele Dab
Tell a b**h go catch a cab
Riding my sh** like bike
See me in the streets
Hiding hiding yo wife my who*e
Taking pics it be really p**n
Pulled up in a wuh
Hot Asf and you not (you not)
(Verse 2)
McLean on the Stage
Thots getting amazed
Imma sit down and Blaze
Sky vodka and lemonade
No skunk jus purple Haze
1 gazi 2 models 3 bottles pour
Yas ma gazi you Poor
I say you at the pawn Store
Issa never worry
All these n***as are buried
High high way
I'll have it my way
Yas Yas my Stage
(Hook)