[Verse 1: Demotus]

Watch how you talk to me

I keep that thing cocked

With them shots to keep fuck niggas off of me

Feds they been watching me

They see I'm up next, I'm a profit

You see in the prophecy

Bitch you a mockery

Your life is a mockery

Probably living in poverty

There ain't no stopping me

That shit is impossible

There ain't no killing me possibly

Don't give a fuck

I'm rolling shit up in the back

Got my pack counting racks

And that kush got me stuck

I'm living my life, don't fuck with the price

Just drown me in ice

We came from the bottom

So you know I gotta get right

Yo bitch want the pipe

I do not look twice

I already got me a wife

I'm off them tablets so it got me tripping

I got 20 fifties in my pockets sitting

With that pocket rocket

If I gotta pop it then I aim them shots

At all my opposition

Niggas talking shit, get up off my dick

Because I started popping with no pot to piss in

Niggas talking shit, get up off my dick

Because I started popping with no pot to piss in

[Verse 2: Demotus]

Watch how you talk to me

Watch how you talk to me nigga

Making money like monopoly

Now yo bitch really wanna get on top of me nigga

But I don't fuck with all these groupie bitches

Tryna merk a fed and then just shoot the witness

If it ain't bout that then Ima turn my back

And Ima keep it moving cause it ain't my buisness

I just elevate while I meditate

So I can see these niggas who been hella fake

I don't fuck with snakes so I separate

And watch all the money that I generate

I'm just smoking up on all that potent stuff

While all you bassers still suck on porks

Young nigga ya I came up from the porch

Selling drugs in the south but I got it from the north

Obi Wan Kenobi with the motherfucking force

Remember I was young when my brothers still in force

Now I'm in this bitch chilling at the dam shores

Pulling out the airport in a motherfucking Porsche

Aye, pull up in this bitch with my wrist on fleek

Life is just a bitch tell a bitch don't speak

Say you getting money but yo clique don't eat

Tryna smuggle through the trash

Tryna get yo piece

Motherfucker

Nigga just admit it

Told my dam momma we gon' make it in a minute

Make her go get it

Know that Ima get it

Get up off my dick I don't really need a critic nigga

[Verse 3: Big Bink]

Give me a reason to really cease demons

They scheming and fiending

And planning to devour you from your [?]

After this meeting yo bitch I be beating

This bed no repeating I leave her in semen

Listen my nigga you never been dreaming

Listen my nigga can't fuck with my teaming

All of my niggas all mathematicians

Parenthesizing what we bout to do is too exclusive

Capitalize on pussy niggas equals this illusion

Divided for the profit make additions to the movement

Subtracting you pussy hoes tryna get some new shit

Inhale exhale ridiculous smell your kissing your tail

But [?]

And I'm not talking bout pasta

Blazing more trees than a Rasta

Bad bitches all on my roster

Take em all back to mi casa

I rule my kingdom like Mufasa

Call up my partner

Catch yo ass without them [?]

Tell on my nigga just holler

All about that guala yala