"Optics" lyrics

Just fucked this nigga's ho, right inside her fucking office
I'm off that gas pack, I'm [?] yeah I'm fucking off it
Just copped a brand new ARP and gave it some new optics
All opps are pussy, tell me why they tryna cop it
Imma spend that band, with that pocket rocket
And he tight, cause his wallet so damn microscopic
Don't be mad cause I'm new, goddamn trending topic

I love this ho cause she so sleek, Got this
Foreign ho, and she comin' from Berlin, I'm tryin' to
Smoke this, goddamn blunt and chief this weed
Imma
Get so fucking high, I can't fucking breathe
I'm with
My damn twin, and he up it if you free
So you
Better play it cool lil nigga or you bleed
I'm so, uh, goddamn, uh
Motherfucking BHG
So I, uh, get so, uh, fucking fly I get so flee
And these niggas act like flees
Drop them off like fucking bugs, insects, like some fucking bees
I'm in love with my money counter, cause it, beep
Yeah you trapped up in that fucking corner, he deceased
We gon' send that nigga star shopping, R.I.P Lil Peep

Just fucked this nigga's ho, right inside her fucking office
I'm off that gas pack, I'm [?] yeah I'm fucking off it
Just copped a brand new ARP and gave it some new optics
All my ice on, pussy, tell me why they tryna cop it
Imma spend that band, with that pocket rocket
And he tight, cause his wallet so damn microscopic
Don't be mad cause I'm new, goddamn trending topic