[Lyric] 360 (Tyler)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hundred thousand in my account, yeah I'm a spend shit
I'm a pull up on his block, 360, I'm a spin shit
I was smoking on some green, I was smoking on some spinach
And I popped me a green bar, so I'm finna forget it, yeah

[Verse]
I'm finna forget it
Pop a xan, make some bands, then I forget it
Try to rob me, yeah you not slick
Play her like a guitar, rockstar shit
Need a rockstar bitch, on my rockstar shit
All designer fit, yeah look at this
And ain't nothing counterfeit
Yeah, ain't nothing counterfeit
Everything real on my fit
I'm real so my fit gotta be real too
That bitch rude, well I could be rude too
That ain't your car, yeah that bitch a rental
Yeah that opp popping xans with the fentanyl
He gone hit the hospital, I'm a hit the bank, yeah laughing
Pull up with a big F&N, F&N yeah it's on my hip
Couple shots yeah, uh rip
Shoot the scene yeah, uh dip
Yeah I'm right outta that bitch
I don't wear no damn Abercrombie & Fitch
[?] up in a stollie, I don't know him, no he not gang
He is a bitch, he ain't on shit, he can't bang, he not gang
Percocet, right the brain, I won't tuck my god damn chain
You can't talk we took your chain
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hundred thousand in my account, yeah I'm a spend shit
I'm a pull up on his block, 360, I'm a spin shit
I was smoking on some green, I was smoking on some spinach
And I popped me a green bar, so I'm finna forget it, yeah