text: HitKidd, what it do, man?
  Six mgs, I feel like MJ
  Still sick in my head, still standin
  Its that time of the night
  Gonna have the time of your life
  You know-you know Im a drainer
  Till I meet my maker
  And Im gonna do it later
  I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
  Im a paper chaser
  Six mgs, I feel like MJ
  Whos that in the Beamer? Man, its Yung Lean and Bladee
  I guess that Im having one of those days
  Ima pour some rosé for my dead homie
  Dont know-dont know why they actin like they know me
  You dont really know me, okay, go away
  I feel like my life is like a movie
  My life is a movie, but its nothin to me
  I know where to get it, I know where to cop
  I hop out the Beamer then I drop the top
  Me and Bladee grindin, we get to the guap
  My diamonds on fire, my Moncler on lock
  Got all the keys, but I cant find the lock
  Keep goin forever, dont know when to stop
  Neon green lights, I pull up to the spot
  Its Neal Yung, bitch, you know I rock
  When your bitch see me, you know she get shocked
  Money my shoes, money my socks
  Posted up with the Louis V on my flip-flops
  Pour out some champagne for my dead brodie
  Still dont give a fuck, I go hard for all my homies
  They say they want the old Lean, but they dont know me
  Me and Bladee show no love, money, we be foldin
  Holdin onto the light like its golden
  Its Sad Boys, GTB, bitch, we rollin
  Snow land, nightmare is forever
  We stay golden, stay golden
  Stay golden, stay golden
  Six mgs, I feel like MJ
  Still sick in my head, still standin
  Its that time of the night
  Gonna have the time of your life
  You know-you know Im a drainer
  Till I meet my maker
  And Im gonna do it later
  I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
  Im a paper chaser
  Six mgs, I feel like MJ
  Still sick in my head, still standin
  Its that time of the night
  Gonna have the time of your life
  You know-you know Im a drainer
  Till I meet my maker
  And Im gonna do it later
  I got Gucci labels, Im a paper chaser
  Im a paper chaser