[Intro]

Remy nine seven, Joker

Queuing in 5...4....3....2...1

(forget about it!)

(I can't play it bro!)

[Verse 1]

On the come up, what up, hold up

Roll up, we gon

Show ya what's in folders

Fuck the quota

I got more of box a plenty flows for y'all

I roll with dekka fuck the law

I run with rabbit live it raw

Yeah Me and Dub we for the squaw

Me and B we comin hard

Got beats for y'all

Fuck yo bassline, rip that thing right through the fuckin speakers

Up up in the kitchen look around and all your see is beakers

In the lab like Edison, up in his prime we tweaking

Damn, Damn we tweakin

Way too gone I'm strictly speaking

I don't want it bitch I need it

We don't teach em bitch we breed em

Damn, Flip that shit that sample so good got me freakin

Out, Side chain that thang, throw them hats this bitch about to

Bounce, Draw my circle round me demons tryna drown me

Out, fuck em I can't figure out how to take my middle fingers

Down, I can't breathe somebody show me where the back door be like, now

In my jacket, Marlboro smooths I spark the bic like

Fuck

Shit be rollin ,never thought this shit would ever be this

Nuts, A1's back home know what's comin

But you don't so, look

Get with programs, plenty in the mac book, Ableton lurkin

(yeah)

All you motherfuckers think I died after graduation

Bitch we workin, Yuh

Espresso, be my blood bitch I prefer Colombian

Learned the hard way, fog taught me how to really see somethin

(Joker)