[VERSE ONE - ATLAS]

IDK

I move fast like a high-speed chase

Y'all kids sweet like an ice cream cake

Put heads on platters when I need face

Yeah, might clean plates

Talk down, boy, get your IV drained

Say you ain’t got time, 'cause your timepiece fake

Hear one more word, it's your IP traced

I’m at your door, I'm creepin' in the foreign

Mattress store, they sleepin' on me, snoring

Shawty hit me up to come again

Back for more, then leaving in the morning

A practice run, the way I treat the system

Had enough, I think you need to listen

I'm adding up the fifths and sipping bottles

I hit the throttle quick and see the pistons

Switch lanes, insane, road rage, crashed car

Shut the game down like the codenames black card

If a lame clown wanna say they the greatest

I grill a silly rapper like a propane backyard barbecue

I'm the hardest, it's true

Artisan marching with armies in boots

I spark up the boof then peace the fuck out

In the car with your boo

Like the bee's knees, or the thorax

Or the Lorax, pass me the trees, please

My wrist game is on deep freeze

This new shit, you ain’t seen these

A few shots, Ciroc now I’m moving slow

That paparazzi like Truman show

My shawty hot, she like Uma Thurman

Come pop a squat on my cupid's bow

[HOOK - TEEAWGO]

Run it right back

Talking shit but they don’t want it like that

At my limit, with another, I snap

Got me feeling like

This might be the time

Go in for the kill tonight

Run it right back

Talking shit but they don't want it like that

At my limit, with another, I snap

Got me feeling like

This might be the time

Go in for the kill tonight

[VERSE TWO - TEEAWGO]

Run it, run it like a marathoner

I been kicking shit like I was Maradona

Mind in the skies like a paraglider

Imma' make 'em sweat like Eric Andre

Got a bad bitch she Americana

With no fashion, I don’t wear designer

I'm a southern boy North Carolina

If you unemployed then I got a offer

[VERSE THREE - CLOUD MAC]

We getting real freaky-deeky in this hoe, man

I don't really like to talk I'd rather show them

Why every single rap you write a poem

I don't think that Poe would like his lines stolen

I would argue with the sun if it means I get a rise

I ain't talking bout O'Shea when I say I got the ice

And no it's not okay when you talk about my life

Cos' everything you say is just a bunch of lies

[HOOK - TEEAWGO]

Run it right back

Talking shit but they don't want it like that

At my limit, with another, I snap

Got me feeling like

This might be the time

Go in for the kill tonight

Run it right back

Talking shit but they don't want it like that

At my limit, with another, I snap

Got me feeling like

This might be the time

Go in for the kill tonight

[VERSE FOUR - MILES POWERS]

Ima drop out to ball like a one and done, yeah

Twenty-one on the 1 O 1 swervin'

I got love for like only one person

Maybe five maybe ten who countin' man

Weight up on my fuckin' mind like a mountain

Send me down a couple rays let the clouds clear

Give a little bitta' space while I'm out here

Yea yea yea homie I can't breath

My girl got a booty that's some eye candy

I can't sleep with this shit around

Yeah, I count sheep but they gettin' out the pen

I let em out and in, they head around the bend

Been in your town, picture me rollin'

Christopher Nolan, I be interstellar ain't no better

Hit em with a fine like Roger Goodell

Maybe God is in hell, well I'll be in a cellar in the centre

Of the room, by the mic, I don't wanna move

Honeymoon phase end quick

If ya bae ain't thick homie IDK

I got a grade-A chick and she naughty (ay)

Show up at the venue prolly late

I ain't gonna Venmo you shit bitch

‘Less you produce on some Bluknight shit

If your pussy that good tell me who priced it

[VERSE FIVE - CHRIS WRIGHT]

Don't be over thinking it, overpriced

At the function where the sodas spiked

Need a drink of something you can hold the ice

Second round on me like I'm Obie Trice

Got the green on me like I'm Lex Luther

Got a new bitch but my ex-cuter

I was short-handed shoulda left sooner

She was jealous now that bitch a YouTuber

Got piped down, like a wet dream

Then she gotta leave like it's wipe out

On the timeline, looking sexy

But she batshit, so I swipe down

Ride a fine line, like the west wing

Wanna picket fence and a White House

Drinking fine wine, when she text me

But I'm sleeping on her in a nightgown

Like, ah