[Verse 1: Blckbrd.]

Head on swivel like Wes Anderson’s camera

She 1990s Pamela, never stand with no amateur

Lil cousin graduated from college, now he speak Mandarin

Y’all muhfuckas still repeatin’ class like Billy Madison

How you get to Four Seasons from cheap motels, out a trap den?

How you call muhfuckas yo homies if they gon’ have it in for you

Can’t even trust Cali’s weed, these evil additives

How the fuck I still can’t calm down without a sedative?

Walk in like a giant, she wan’ fee fi on my fo fum

Write all these lines so quick it’s likе a muhfucka got 4 thumbs

Put money on a Wii fit board and it said that shit’s obese

BMI likе Dave Blunts, every time I take a step, shit shake up

Know muhfuckas that keep Dracs, don’t mean disgraced celebrities

Could never fold my hand, got endless aces in my sleeve

Half my songs are one-takes, could do this bullshit in my sleep

No ideas half-baked, I’m so baked that I can’t see

Where we from they throw barrels like Donkey Kong

They took the heart out the game like the game got Kali Ma’d

Gelato in wood like we burnin’ a Duraflame log

Got it in spades, high tolerance dank what we came fo

Let me and dimey have some privacy, sum like Brd really Krabs

This that set yourself on fire, let the burns turn into scabs

Worst terms in the contracts, muhfuckas still don’t read

What’s it called when you can afford fillet mignon but don’t eat?

[Verse 2: tuMaggz]

Watch the way I roll

Smokin’ on some Blood Moon, pass it back, bitch

And keep it on the low

‘Cus all these boys got hat tricks, once they smell that, they gon’ want some

They gon’ want it all

For them it’s natural

They’ll pass it back with nothing left

We the go fund generation

But Maggz can’t take no handout

Bite the hand that feeds until that hand looks more like rat chow

That’s rat food to the stupid and the confused

This bottle and I got somethin’ in common, we hundred-proof

I ain’t doin’ this shit for views and vagina

Yo VVs swam here from China right next to clothes and recliners

You somethin’ more like a whiner

Ain’t spit no heat on yo beats

You muhfuckas wouldn’t last an hour in the cell or the streets

Ain’t got no diamonds, but the whip sparkle like it came from Dang

Like Birdman, I’m standin’ on business, put some respect on my name

I’ll JFK a KKK, better yet, let’s leave ‘em to hang

I’m AFK on this movement’s drama, I stay out the way

I never heard of you

(Okay, honestly, I’ve heard of you but I don’t enjoy your music

It sound just like my first debut)

Can I at least keep my finger bones or do you want those too?

Go brush your mouth, you got some of my skin

It’s stuck on your tooth