[Verse 1 - Dupree]

Coming in attacking

Niggas saying we slacking

We been in the crib stacking

While y'all haters stay average

Killing my targets

No bullets just raw shit

Back from the grave bitch

Where niggas have lost it

But I am a new soul

With a new style

With a new flow

Fuck all you new hoes

I'm stacking up euros

I know I'm a weirdo

With a lot of swag

It's [?] though

No time for you groupies

That try to seduce me

Just living life flashy

Stop trying to catch me

Chop up the whole flow

So you understand me

Dreaming about becoming rich

Wondering if it's worth the trip

Wondering if it's worth my time

We'll never know it's up to god

[Verse 2 - Max]

Well guess who's back

With a brand new rap

And his lyrics aren't that wack

It's this young kid named Max

You talk shit you'll get smacked

By my lyrical bat

I'll put your thighs in a web

That's an icky sticky trap

We're the malicious crew

You don't want us to attack

See the third eye view

And your visions [?] like crack

How much longer will we slap? We'll be

Making stacks, riding in maybachs

Got a new name and we're back

[Verse 3 - Au$tin]

I said I know I'm a god

Stacking it up not really though

Don't give a fuck

No time for these silly hoes

On the road to riches keep that swisher

Stuntin for all my pictures

And my flow is filled with mixtures

Switch up...Love the haters

They give us views I need that paper

Oh you good bitch well I'm greater

Ass go up and down like an elevator

And you know I'm levitated

Third eye shit we about to make it

Kept it real never faked it

Hip