Yeah, I'm alone in the studio with my blick
I was shootin' for the stars, damn, I'm hit
Pharmaceuticals in the mornin', I'm not sick
I'm in the booth behind my boys, I'm locked in (Pew-pew)
I'm alone in the studio with my weaponry
I got guns all over me, they so affectionate
Told Machine Gun I'ma need one with a melody
He sent the shit, I killed the shit and sent him back a skeleton
This a body in the tune, bitch, I'm an elephant
Never been heavenly until the sky fell on me
I got more guns on the walls than guitars
Got more beats in my head than my heart
Smokin' hay in the middle of the barn
All gold bullets, give 'em out like awards
Big daddy automatic with the beam
Nina talk too much, she gon' need an extra magazine
Private session, me and Smith & Wesson
In the soundproof booth, they need bulletproof vests, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Yeah, I'm alone in the stu' with my blatt, yeah
.223, .45, do the math
I'm alone at the top of this rap
Blap, askin' where his heart at in his lap, no bap
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone, I ran away everyone
Ask me where my heart is, I have none
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
We have smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah
I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
Sniper Gang Kodak, Shotgun Kelly, ho
Weezy F. Baby, the F whatever you want it to fuckin' stand for
Leave it up to me to turn the studio to a bando
Pluckin' on her G string, playin' with that pussy like a banjo
In the booth, took too much boof, I'm probably finna start hallucinatin'
Pressin' record, runnin' back and forth 'cause there ain't no engineer today
I'm not the zaza type of guy, but I get high off Tunechi, bae
Hey, Reginae, I'm gettin' Lucci back, I ain't stupid, what? I'm crazy
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, gotta have my fire for each occasion
Like my drums with light Cajun, they don't like me 'cause I'm Haitian
Ran up a check, ran out of patience, it's just me, my fire now
I don't even love my grandma lately, yeah, about my funds, I'm raisin' hell
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone, I ran away everyone
Ask me where my heart is, I have none
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
We have smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah
I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
Yeah, I'm alone in the studio with my blick
I was shootin' for the stars, damn, I'm hit
Pharmaceuticals in the mornin', I'm not sick
I'm in the booth behind my boys, I'm locked in (Pew-pew)
I'm alone in the studio with my weaponry
I got guns all over me, they so affectionate
Told Machine Gun I'ma need one with a melody
He sent the shit, I killed the shit and sent him back a skeleton
This a body in the tune, bitch, I'm an elephant
Never been heavenly until the sky fell on me
I got more guns on the walls than guitars
Got more beats in my head than my heart
Smokin' hay in the middle of the barn
All gold bullets, give 'em out like awards
Big daddy automatic with the beam
Nina talk too much, she gon' need an extra magazine
Private session, me and Smith & Wesson
In the soundproof booth, they need bulletproof vests, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Yeah, I'm alone in the stu' with my blatt, yeah
.223, .45, do the math
I'm alone at the top of this rap
Blap, askin' where his heart at in his lap, no bap
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone, I ran away everyone
Ask me where my heart is, I have none
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
We have smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah
I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
Sniper Gang Kodak, Shotgun Kelly, ho
Weezy F. Baby, the F whatever you want it to fuckin' stand for
Leave it up to me to turn the studio to a bando
Pluckin' on her G string, playin' with that pussy like a banjo
In the booth, took too much boof, I'm probably finna start hallucinatin'
Pressin' record, runnin' back and forth 'cause there ain't no engineer today
I'm not the zaza type of guy, but I get high off Tunechi, bae
Hey, Reginae, I'm gettin' Lucci back, I ain't stupid, what? I'm crazy
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, gotta have my fire for each occasion
Like my drums with light Cajun, they don't like me 'cause I'm Haitian
Ran up a check, ran out of patience, it's just me, my fire now
I don't even love my grandma lately, yeah, about my funds, I'm raisin' hell
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone, I ran away everyone
Ask me where my heart is, I have none
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
We have smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah
I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one
I'm alone in the studio with my gun