High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy
I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me
said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah)

My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford? "
I try explore all the things I wanted more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that— (Pill) , ayy, pop that pill
you might just lose your focus (Ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my person
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats
lookin' for that fuckin' snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me
said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah)