[Verse 1: Breeton Boi]

I bring the bag home like my momma got some groceries

Gojo with infinity they never getting close to me

Who gone let the opps know they not where they 'posed to be?

I was tryna warn em but the Ruger talking over me

They don't see the green, like I was messing round with Chroma Key

They don't see the beam but they know that I keep the chrome with me

Hit your favorite rappers up, now all they do is mention mе

I'm just tryna get me more connеctions like extension leads

Who that kid tryna say he don't like me?

That boy just upset I found success off of type beats

Washing all my haters cause I'm all about my hygiene

Walking in my crib wearing everything hypebeast

Every single move you make an L, like the knight piece

Way I'm moving flexible, they thinking that I'm Ty Lee

When I hit the scene, ain't no one else is rapping like me

Now they got some sauce in here, the source of it, they cite me

[Verse 2: Dedboii Kez]

Picking out the Glock, I told that pussy boy to try me

Kezzy super grimey and you sweeter than an iced tea

Said he wanted action, all he ever do is type me

Neutron Cannon, brain blasting on a high beam

Go and check up on ya mans, I run my check up like I'm Nike

If you really want to fight me, you might end up on a white tee

Yes he watch my every move and all he ever do is sight me

Counting money at the top, all you ever do is sightsee

What the fuck are you about?

You would think I'm Bugs Bunny, all these carrots in my mouth

Your bitch a horse up in the back, all she ever do is mount

You with your dogs well, I'm about to put them bitches down

Imma run the whole planet, Imma rule every country, and state in your cities and towns

Bitch Imma find every hater, and find where they live and, I'm burning they shit to the ground

[Verse 3: Aerial Ace]

Aye, cupped the keys, a blind eye, can see my plays like Ray Charles

Pestering the pack pistol, make ya pack go AWOL

Testing what I say dawg, nigga let's play ball

Cock back, make his teeth slide like a chainsaw

Nigga ain't real, what the fuck he got the cannon for?

Bitch act raw, I'ma fold you like a salmon roll

Hit, after hit, flick a wrist, and I'm landing those

Hit for hit, and you shit, I ain't even got the time of day

6-0's in my bank, what a fine display

Air stay with them chips, no Frito Lay

I cook crack, I whip and stems and export by wav

Don't switch my pay

This chop on subject in the broadest of days

Rounds dropping in a volley, ain't shit getting saved

If he a pussy get laid, now that sucka nigga stuck in his ways

He ain't run a damn thing but a maze

Imma kill em all, fuck ya up and comings

Break fast and eat they track just like a luncheon

Thunder clap em, watch they Zenny get to running

Man I'm fronting, they got nothing