Released: February 2, 2020
Producer: Yung Sherman Whitearmor
[Verse 1]
Cold iPhone, love letters on me
Love scars on your arm, you say they're for me
Say you make a little splash, I'm a shark in the sea
Dreamworld castle, say fuck your industry, uh
Dracula's son tryna make history
We some young OGs, hang my heart on a tree
Let my lungs hang free, heard her voice call for me
Ay, Lamborghini red, rims look like lipstick, ay
Snow white for the 7 dwarfs taking risks, ay
I don't give a shit, I'm popping pills 6, 6, ay
Medicine look like rainbows, she wanna lick, lick
[Chorus]
Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah
I'm sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay
What we doing? Getting rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
Slick, slick, slick
[Verse 2]
Got my heart in a box
Got my heart in a box, ay
Got my heart in a box she opens slowly, yeah
What you scared of? She's scared of being lonely
Got my heart and my soul, all I need it slowly
In this hell of a month, all I got, my homies
Keep it in my base, my blood pump closely
Keep it in a box, guard it like a trophy
All it was for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lean
[Outro]
Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah
I'm sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay
(Rich, rich, rich)
Cold iPhone, love letters on me
Love scars on your arm, you say they're for me
Say you make a little splash, I'm a shark in the sea
Dreamworld castle, say fuck your industry, uh
Dracula's son tryna make history
We some young OGs, hang my heart on a tree
Let my lungs hang free, heard her voice call for me
Ay, Lamborghini red, rims look like lipstick, ay
Snow white for the 7 dwarfs taking risks, ay
I don't give a shit, I'm popping pills 6, 6, ay
Medicine look like rainbows, she wanna lick, lick
[Chorus]
Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah
I'm sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay
What we doing? Getting rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
Slick, slick, slick
[Verse 2]
Got my heart in a box
Got my heart in a box, ay
Got my heart in a box she opens slowly, yeah
What you scared of? She's scared of being lonely
Got my heart and my soul, all I need it slowly
In this hell of a month, all I got, my homies
Keep it in my base, my blood pump closely
Keep it in a box, guard it like a trophy
All it was for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lean
[Outro]
Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah
I'm sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay
(Rich, rich, rich)