Ay Caramba

And did you say like, you's a trapper?

Yeah, I don't blame her

Some boy did some YouTube thing

Them shakey, them nervous, and they will blaze some cr—

Listen

Ha, what is it?

Like, huh, age ain't nothin' but a number

I was fifteen, she was pulling on my jumper

Blue jean, white stitch, all on her bumper

Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta'

Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder

Looking for another lil' prey, she a hunter

Clap like thunder, ay caramba

They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (Huh)

She like lean and coke

Checking me in my white tee make her soaked, woah

No conspiracy, woke

Wanna get closer to God, take a toke, woah

Will I get clean? Never know

I was seventeen, grab my OZ with my bro

Amphetamine, gotta settle me, what a joke

Will I fly? Will I die? Millions, I don't know, huh

Come to the club like no way

I got Renessy sippin my Rosé

Backwoods, Indian Xans, and cocaine

She so fine but her brain ain't too sane

Ney ney sniffing ney ney she the bae bae

First day off the cocaine, go cray cray

I could look at myself right now, like last year I was spinning like a Beyblade

Yo, hoes on the same damn mission

They wan' come to the crib on submission

They can't see I'm the king of this shit

Go take that trip to the fucking opticians

Huh, sixteen, seventeen, guns and kitchens

Twenty one, turned pop and I ditch 'em

Wet that shit like opp boy's 'flictions

I don't know 'bout pain and friction

Age ain't nothin' but a number

I was fifteen she was pulling on my jumper

Blue jean white stitch, all on her bumper

Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta'

Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder

Looking for another lil prey she a hunter

Clap like thunder, ay caramba

They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (Huh)