Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Christ] ($ui, $ui, $ui, $ui, $ui, $ui) [Verse 1: Yung Christ] Catch me ridin', slidin' in East Memphis smokin' on some butter, mane Call up TA Double Dolla for the fucking gasoline Elvis Presley Boulevard, we swangin' on 'em hard Hangin' out the Chevy screaming, "Motherfuck the law" [Verse 2: Yung Mutt] Pull up and we park in the parking lot of Walmart Just so I can maybe snatch a shady grey tee Fuck a shopping cart Put that bitch on, walk back to the car Heartbeat pacing, never racing Fuck a security guard Yeah, my paper so thin, I ain't got no tree shading me [Verse 3: Yung Christ] I got that 1080p, only smoking OG I be that junkie motherfucker with that dope up in me The almighty *59 Beelzebub of my time Cabin fever runnin' high from snorting back to back lines [Verse 4: Yung Mutt] Sun shinin' brightly—wait, that's just the weed I'm lighting TA askin' if the blunt needs tightening V8 spilling, might be blood I'm killing bugs, I'm swattin' flies All you gnats tryna flock to my eyes Your size is compromised from tryna fly Sick of this, all of these Icarus wannabes [Outro: Ghost] (Hello? what's going on, boy? Ayy, nigga you won't catch yo' slipping ass here, fuck you, man. Say no more, man. Yeah I'll come up here, man, just hit me up, I gas 'em)