[Intro]
Nah
Like a sad face

[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
Bitch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 1]
I'ma stop playin' with 'em
I'ma hit 'em with it
Fuck it, I'ma sock it to 'em
I'ma drip on a bitch, suck it, suck it, with it
I'ma drip on a bitch, and that pussy wetter
Then I kill a pussy n***a

[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
$30k off a mixtape, only been three days
Bitch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Refrain]
.30 my ammo, Bathing Ape camo
That lil’ bitch told me that she from Miami
I fucked her friend, she said she from Wyoming
They got different state of minds
Money, it don’t fold, count with my eyes closed
Don't try to take it, I shoot with a blindfold
Rollie on me from a whole different timezone
Pocket rocket, got it on me like iPhone
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
Bitch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 2]
All I do is win, win, fuckin’ twins in the back of a Benz, yeah
After that, I may hit on their friends, yeah
I'm alone, nah, I don’t got no friends here
Just me, myself, and I in this Gucci store
Five K for a Gucci coat, bitch I need like three of those
Five hundred for the blunts I smoke, bitch I smoke 'bout three of those
This here that Biscotti, that outta-body
Don’t get outta-body, I'll catch a homi’ (Grrah)

[Refrain]
.30 my ammo, Bathing Ape camo
That lil’ bitch told me that she from Miami
I fucked her friend, she said she from Wyoming
They got different state of minds
Money, it don’t fold, count with my eyes closed
Don't try to take it, I shoot with a blindfold
Rollie on me from a whole different timezone
Pocket rocket, got it on me like iPhone
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
Bitch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?

[Verse 3]
Look at the cash, I need a hunnid to that
Yeah, beat the bag, I put the hunnids in that
Crack a seal, I need a hunnid to that
Look at the cash, I need a hunnid to that
I need a hunnid to that, yeah
Tour across the world, I gotta [?] for that
Said he wanna shoot, I got the drama for that
Said he got the loot, n***a we comin' for that
Pull up on 'em, ooh, we gotta gun him for that
Hungry in the studio, bitch, I gotta run it for that, ayy
Ballin' on these other hoes, I feel like Kobe for that
Feel like [?] for that, I need a Rollie for that, ayy
Facin', I'm too busy pourin' up this purple medication
I don't go out on no days, I'm busy contemplating
Waitin', paper chasin'
Like [?], amasement, crack in the basement
Whip it up for your baby, yeah, your baby
Up in Cali, I go crazy and go brazy
I know n***as from the 60's, from the 80's
I know n***as from the 40's in Chiraq, baby, yeah
Coolin' where it ain't safe, uh, that's my game way
I be with the gangs play, yeah, where it ain't safe
Now I'm in the big house, eatin' big cake
Such a small world, Rollie big face
[Chorus]
I'm havin' a bad day, like a sad face
It’s a small world, Rollie big-faced
30k off a mixtape, only been three days
Bitch, who are you to argue with the stats, ayy?