[Intro]

Have you been smoking grass?

Those eye drops you gave me didn't do shit

[Verse 1: Big Mauer]

Yo, yo, uh, uh, yah, yah

Me and the homeboy Leeroy

Trash these toy rappers with joy (woo)

Make ya brain scatter with the shit that we deploy (yeah)

We hear the chatter shit I know you enjoy (huh?)

Make that shit crisp let me get the batter to fry

Make another hit I'm flattered lemme get the pie (yeah)

What's it matter if I spit with no fucking reply (no reply)

I know I madе some dope sick shit with my guy

(Yeah) somе dope sick shit with my guy

[Verse 2: Leeroy The Apostle]

Uh, last year was cloudy now all I see are blue skies (woo)

Call me Arnold Schwarzenegger bout to say some True Lies (yeah)

Me and M a good combo meal comes with two sides (you know it)

Not extreme to say every story got three sides

Boys are so in sync we move like a group of blue guys (woo)

This beat like fresh pie, got me saying shoo fly (shoe fly)

Move on the track like raccoon, I'm really to sly

I’ve got more sauce now that I'm no longer a small fry (nah)

[Verse 3: Big Mauer]

Shit give the boys props for these dope rhymes (yeah)

Shits top notch but I could never fucking sign a line

My boy and I pop off on any of these fuckin lames (yep)

When I talk y'all scoff shits sticking around like stains (sheesh)

Give a fuck if my shit flops this shit knocks

Ya heard how that shit scratches and pops (yep yep)

Chopping shit up, I can't stop (nah)

Laser blasting beams of heat like Cyclops

Just need to huff that weed to spit clean shit get the eye drops

[Verse 4: Leeroy The Apostle]

You think I’m not fresh then you need to get your eye drops

Say it how it is, (nah) this is not a PSYOP

I stomp the competition after lacing up my high tops (yeah)

My skin tough like heritage of a Triceratops

How could someone so unholy grow up next to Zion? (ah)

Don’t care how you feel, Leeroy not the one to cry on (nah)

Snot bubble hanging out your nose it’s pathetic (agh)

Don’t bug me, shits not copacetic, uh

[Verse 5: Big Mauer & Leeroy The Apostle]

Slap any mugs who ain't give us credit (yuh)

Rolling shit up like bodies in rug

Stomp any bitch out while I'm wearing Uggs (agh)

Leeroy on the top rope, flying off the rungs (woo)

Grimm toke shit that leave you speaking tongues (yeah)

Smoke in the studio spitting fire out my lungs

Yeah, yeah I'm working on my build, my body like Moto Moto

I'm the number 1 quirked up white boy on Watch Mojo

(Laughing)