[Verse: 1 TomArts]

Overthinking is the death of me ima cook this track no recipe
They testing me but I bounce back reluctantly
They stuck with me and they hate that
City apples pin on my snapbacks shirt to match
Im fly try to get yo hands on that
It dont really matter tho Supreme hat calico
Beating up mad vaginal leaving hoes hysterical
Im rude ho be cool ho knock you out that circle like sumo
Vicious ass dog might remind you Cujo
No Sandlot but I can make my fans hop
You gassed up like a shore shop
Diamonds up in my gold watch
You wanna talk lets chat over some cold Scotch
You asking when my road stops maybe never
Game on lock like Kurt Angle leaving beats so mangled so strangled

[Hook] x2

If they ask ya I been working
I Been working all my life
Ima gamble with these niggas
Ima spend it all tonight
Silent Sleeper Jeepers Creepers
When Its spoken on the mic
I know you see it cause my gallery is open for the night
I said he sleepin shhhhh be quiet x4

[Verse 2: TomArts

Real niggas just ride on fake niggas please hop off
I swear I need to just switch phones
But I got bitches out in Stockholm
Couple Norwegians rep gh and get freakish
Can't wait to stack cars and live large
Grindin long like horny virgins
It'll be years before they pull the curtain
New school shit and my lanes open
Dank potent eyes low from purple potions
100 broads moving in the same motion
Hands high then wave bye Summers on deck so we remain high
Shout out all my old niggas big ups to my new hoes
They know the deal step out in all new clothes
Ima silent sleeper and lord knows
Stack paper and kill more shows
Ho

[Hook]