[Intro: DiorLevii]

Bitch we gettin' down

Cause the GOOBERS in your town

I ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' SpongeBob

Our name is going 'round, while you lookin' like a clown

If you talkin' on the gang, you get cut off

Posted with the gang and we causing a rapture

Bitch, it's the finale, it's the final chapter

GOOBERS going up and everybody come after

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: OMINVS]

Fuck, man, I'm sick of all these damn lies

Fake ass rappers tryna pretend like you can't die

My whole life changed when I saw my only mother cry

So for my family and my niggas, I up that damn fye

Fah, fah, fah

Bitch, it's OMINVS, I'm constantly thinking about

These thoughts inside my head

Probably better if I'm dead

Pussy wanted the static, so now this knife up to his neck

Now his blood up on my sweatshirt

It look better if it's red

[Verse 2: Klover]

And like what if I was dead

All I'd want is to get my credit

All them designer and shiny things

Ain't gonna get you no leverage

I got a mix of intentions

And always wondering which are wrong

But I be takin' my time

I'll let you know when it's time to go, hoe

Who that?

Throw this shit on and she move that

And like what if I was deadshippin' it out but don't move crack

And sorry I'm late, do excuse that

I need double and triple the salary for those

That help me put all these motherfuckers on

Airing it out before the curtain close

Dropping more shit than they did on Saigon

One more time and then here come the rapture

Destine for something, you'll see what come after

We breaking our back, expectations we shatter

The GOOBERS is up, that's the fact of the matter

We that motherfuckin' team

It's that G, double O, and B

Yeah it's a bunch of crazy fucks

Cookin' up some shit you never seen

[Verse 3: zev]

I been on a chase, runnin' up the racks

Mo' money, got a hundred K

Swervin' off a tab, bro not gettin' the time of day

He not on the map, we got different plans

We left him behind, we on tour

So we countin' bands

Tell ya mans, he a little bitch

Chin check ya whole gang

They too pussy, they gon' snitch

My lil Ruger 5-7 'gon show you that I don't miss

How I pull up in that beamer

I just pull up with the blick

[Verse 4: 666tsukasa]

Shootin' like the NBA

Lil bitch, you know that I don't play

Doesn't matter what beat, bitch

I kill this shit like anyways

I'm still going hard when I be whispering

I ain't leave no witnesses

She talk a lot and she ask me if I'm listenin'

Like who? What do you mean?

Lil bitch, who the fuck is you?

All my bills depressed

You know my car door's suicidal too

Bitch says, "Tsu, you're killing it"

I know bitch, that ain't nothing new

Say you knew me, but the new me ain't really 'gon fuck with you

Yeah, if I was you, I think I'd be on suicide watch

I'mma catch a body fit, black gloves, nylon

Bitch I know I'm petty, I ain't letting go of bygones

I'm a triple six demon, got you sleepin' with the lights on

[Verse 5: Biinjo]

Ay, ay

Double it, triple it, make money, flippin' it

I got the mothafuckin' energy missin'

My tweakin' persistent, I'm easily dissin'

These rappers who cappin', they trap when they isn't

My vision is limited, smoke from the blunt

I'm coughin' like shit, got me fucked on the runts

I'm hobblin' home, tryna keep up my balance

I stumble, I break, ain't no talent about this

I'm travelin', shows ain't the only mission

I be makin' a habit of tour bus livin'

Fuck around with the team, ain't no twos can visit

Take a look at my belt, only toolies in it

Got the heat on my waist, I administer pain

Chrome to your head, that's confetti and brains

I'm spittin' too fast, I might need me a break

I'm signing off, sayonara, seeya late'

[Verse 6: eurei]

You ain't shit to me

Get the fuck out my face

Ten toes deep, huh

Well you better pick the pace up

Fuck, shit

If you ever lackin' pesos

You ain't ever gonna earn respect

Learn ya place, hoe

And my shooter's choppa sing

Hit the same note

In the back, I'm pullin' all the strings, like a capo

You ain't safe

Shooters headin' straight for your state

Hide the gun sounds, behind the bass

[Verse 7: Slashest]

Feelin' like I'm dead, but I'm not like a zombie

Fiening, and I'm fiening, and I'm fiening

Try to haunt me

I'm feeling like I'm Luffy, gotta catch another bounty

Pouring rivers, from his face, all I see are nosebleeds

Poppin' it, and lockin' it, and droppin' it

I'm makin' these Ks and I pocket it

Get the fuck out my face, cause I'm rockin' it

Reaching for my gun, and I'm cockin' it

Ay, stop

You on Discord, you ain't got opps

Clean you up with a damn mop

Chop him, pop him, he ain't walking

Yeah, that's a full stop

[Verse 8: YungDrape]

You are chump, have a fucking clip dumped

Glock 19 up in your face, get paper like it's buddy bucks

I'mma level up, I don't give a fuck

Since you wanna taste of Team One, your body is in the trunk

Ay, bitch

I'm on a motherfucking killing spree

Pussy ass niggas ain't getting ahead of me

Pussy ass nigga's a dumb fuck

If you really think he can get the damn best of me

It's okay if you say you never lie

Team One up in this bitch

Team Two, you're gonna die

[Outro: DiorLevii]

Now our time is up

But we don't give a fuck

This the finale, so you better fucking run it up

Talkin' on the GOOBS, well you outta luck

This the finale, so you better fucking run it up

So you better fucking run it up