Vietnamese

Ayy, close that door like Sosa said Flame em up inside a wood or dutch foe nem

Gone torch his head Better yet, we can treat him like some bread

Foe nem gon' toast his ass And I got racks inside my bank account

Don't need to post or brag Oops, sorry for what I said

These Bullets that I got'll pat him on his back Like I'm tryna burp him

An, I only hang with the family Bitch, like I'm Lil Durk nem

An, them niggas tryna shake my hands No, I don't know them

Thinkin' I won't make it, okay, foe nem Now it's time to show'em

When she lonely, yo, bitch, try to hit my line and vent to me

But not right now because I'm high, baby My eyes, they Vietnamese