text: Its Lil Uzi 
  
  I miss the old days
  I miss my old bae
  Neck like a snow day
  Driving, got road rage
  Im on the road race
  Hit it fast, not a slow pace
  Cross the street, gotta look both ways
  My new bitch, she go both ways
  My new bitch, she go both ways
  Everybody, they know Im paid
  I aint having no slow days
  I dont even know this bitch name
  Why the fuck is she in my face
  Need to put on my Louis V shades
  Aint no hate even going my way
  Gotta leave no-no I cant stay
  I spent like 20 a day
  Water my neck like a drain
  She dont even know where I stay
  Yeah, my chopper got a bеam
  I fell in love with the cakе
  Back to my old ways 
  But I been through a little more pain 
  I miss the old days
  I miss my old bae
  Neck like a snow day
  Driving, got road rage
  Im on the road race
  Hit it fast, not a slow pace
  Cross the street, gotta look both ways
  My new bitch, she go both ways
  Woah, I do not play when it come to my bro
  Woah, I do not play when it comes to my hoe
  Matter of fact you could have her
  I dont care cause vision my got clear, and I am still here
  I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, same nigga thats at the top tier
  I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, I got a Miami crib, came with a pier
  I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, cause me and you nigga, no we are not peers
  Every time I smack that girl fucking bottoms It look like an apple, dont look like a pear
  Thats why this bitch dont got no no apple bottoms
  Got a Rick Owens pants cost a racky a pair
  Trappin in here, need this backend in here
  They aint living them stories, just rapping in fear
  You moving like that, then you moving in fear
  Dont need nobody, I stack in the mirror
  Panorama on the camera, mirror 
  I do not do no interviews cause these niggas cops
  And I will never talk let em hear
  My haters in a huddle, I walk through a puddle
  Cause I got the water that splash in here
  Going so fast, aint no track in here
  TracPhone, TracPhone, trap in here
  Care about money, and cars, and fashion in here
  My girl dont understand me, Im too weird
  My money so long it might just grow a beard
  So much money that gotta be cleared
  I miss the old days, I miss my old bae
  Neck like a snow day, driving got road rage
  Im on the road race, hit it fast not a slow pace
  Cross the street got look both ways, my lil bitch she go both ways