[Verse 1: Apollo Stripes]

Level 120 King to you Fuck Boys

Tuck my Zanpacto in a Nigga's Nice Pants

Fanny pack, Master Chef, Get the Bok-Choy

Toque strapped to the Head

So you see them Blades Dance

Tell Zeus come Fuck with me

God killer, Manila shoes, and a Box Set

6 Knives, throw em at a Boss's Head

Banish me? I'll climb out the Pit of Tartartus

Katana at your Papi's Throat, I'm 'bout to Leave you Fatherless

Desu

Chop, chop, Nigga get to it

Put the money in the Bag

Said its Game Time

Whoop, Whoop

Coppers on the Block, so We Strapped up

Tech hotter than a Chibi girl in Gucci Red Socks

Get the Blade

You brought a Gun to a Knife fight

Shing, Shing, Shenron sending all my Lives back

[Bridge]

Desu x7

[Verse 2]

Yo. Shoot to kill

I bet my blade'll hit your Neck Faster

Sonic Dash with the sword, so we Slice em

D-Boys dice em

Squad full of Minors and a Couple agitated kids

Armed with the Ricin

Who the Squad?

Who the Squad?

Who the Squad?

Who the Squad?

Its Desu

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[Verse 2 Continued]

AHHHHH. Came back with the Blade

Strapped with the Gatt and I'm calling out Fades

I'm Aiming at your face, aiming at the Knees

Scratching on the Trigger like I'm attracted to Flees

Matt black suit for the Team

Matt black suit, but the Black ball askin' to Lead

Gantz for Deceased

Fuck with the Creed

Why you running around with the one 120 King

Budda Nice pants, While that Young man Handsome

Better get to stepping pretty boy

We don't play that shit

Till the pin drop, and the Hay stack Hits

Still Tucked in a Nigga nice Pants

Back van, Who the man, Whiplash, Dude

Riding with the Fam

Cause we, Kickflip at the Set, We the best

D-Boys back and we aiming at your Neck