(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)