| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Uh, uh |
| One nigga, two bitches, three pistols |
| I just poured a four in a two-liter |
| Round it by five and I’m a zookeeper |
| I just seen spilled some, pour up in a two-seater |
| Poppin' champagne, six god, on my Drake flow |
| I just cashed out, seven Benz in the Bape store |
| I hate niggas, eight figures in my bankroll |
| Met your .9 with my .9, just gimme the say so |
| Extended, ten toes, I can’t let a nigga hold me |
| Popped a Xan at eleven, now I’m movin' slowly |
| Keep twelve out my face, I don’t fuck with police |
| Thirteen reasons why I’m always on my lonely |
| Been fuckin' fourteen when I lost my V-card |
| Fifteen, I was in that water like a sea star |
| Caught up at sixteen, that was when I caught my first weed charge |
| Seventeen, who woulda thought that life would ever be hard? |
| They gave my uncle eighteen years, where the fans be? |
| Nineteen when I got that chopper with the red beam |
| Mouth full of gold, twenty wall like I’m Aries |
| Baby, I’m a savage, know tweny-one and then get deadly |
| That .22 holds twenty-two, you run up, then you dare me |
| No, no, dare me |
| (That .22 holds twenty-two, you run up, then you dare me) |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Men lie, women lie, but numbers don’t |
| Men lie, women lie, but numbers don’t |
| Men lie, women lie, uh |
| Men lie, women lie, but numbers don’t |
| Men lie, women lie, but numbers don’t |
| Men lie, women lie, ayy |
| But numbers don’t, but numbers don’t |