[Verse 1: BasedRob]

Man, why does everyone just hate me so much?

I'm the trash man, fuck you, go roll me a dutch

And this social conundrum is being a crutch

Bitch, I'm out for that cash, I could give a fuck about your son (I swear to God)

I can fuck you up with bullets, might only need one (I need a blunt)

Fuck, I haven't gotten another spliff bitch, we might need a re-up (I need a gun)

Pussy, what you needa buck up for that shit you run? (Rob you're dumb)

Two hits, your face, the ground, ya done

[Pre-Chorus: BasedRob]

I stay countin' money, fingers blue, I need a thimble

Whoop all of these hundreds out; your bitch starts to get nimble

She be actin' nice until the wave starts to give in, bro

When she get thrown out the club, don't try to get in though

[Chorus: Sybyr]

Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them

Brand new fuckin' clothes, not no H&M

Niggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them

Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them

Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)

Brand new fuckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)

Niggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming)

Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)

[Verse 2: C$PR The Giant]

They can't feed off of my energy

They're less than me, I feel like I am an entity

Your enemy, and you don't wanna fuck with this, nah

I swear, I'm gonna miss no one

I don't wanna hear you scream when you're mad at me

Rest in peace with every piece that you've said to me

Fuck that, keep it tucked strapped

Leakin' from pockets like I'm Fetty and Rugrat, like, fuck that

Like, fuck that (Like fuck that)

Like, fuck that (Like fuck that)

Like, fuck that (Like fuck that)

Don't trust that (Don't trust that)

Fuck that

Like, fuck that

Like, fuck that

Don't trust that

[Chorus: Sybyr]

Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)

Brand new fuckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)

Niggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming, ming)

Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)

Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)

Brand new fuckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)

Niggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming)

Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)