Yeah

Leavin' out the club with no hoes, it's a dub

You somewhere on house arrest pretending you in love

Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub

Like I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?

Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like

Patek that I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight

We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like

All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like

Now you tryna style in my face

Pop it in my face

Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace

I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard

I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard

I'm hating hard, you playеd the part

You wasn't who you are right now

I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too—

Yeah, PX, PX, PX, PX, PX, P-ski

Yеah, PARTY on a paper chase

Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake

Poppin' out in Arizona

Bitch, I feel like Tate McRae

Vanilla ice and white hoes, straight cake, uh

Niggas love to talk, man, stack somethin'

Puttin' Charli up her nose, X on her tongue

She been geekin' hard, she done had a Brat summer

PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer

You boys pull up to the 6ix, we get the tax runnin'

Ayy, talkin' on the O, tryna prove somethin'

Nigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'

Ayy, I don't give a fuck

I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang

Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game

What am I supposed to do with all that pain?

Sleepless nights, drawn out days

Thinkin' about how wrong I played

Even lost my bitch to the small town fame

Ayy, ayy, I'ma mess right now

You know what, man, we're all in this

Now, whether we're all in this together

Or you're all in it for yourself

The fact of the matter is that we're in it