[Verse 1: GrewSum]

They don't make 'em like this no more, people don't make dope shit no more

I mean a handful do but really most don't, most get by with really no flow

I ain't stressin' it, I'm aggressive, let's address who you messin' with

You should question if you should really be here testin' a killer blessed with ill intentions

A method you wouldn't expect, death-death

Bust in, left the door wide open, them Infect guys casually stroll in

Got codeinе, a guitar with a broke string, no bling and a car with a hole in it

Grimy, got a whole linеup behind me, slimy, shiesty, vodka and iced tea

Pricey if you wanna try this beside me, right knee strike 'em in the jaw like lightning

All these bad bitches wanna meet me but I'm too busy workin' on a freebie

Weekly found a way to hook up discreetly, three-peat, two days, three hoes, skeet skeet

[Chorus: GrewSum]

They don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch, this, bitch)

[Verse 2: Dubbs]

When the last time you heard a motherfucker get behind a mic and spit it like this?

It's probably been a minute or two so me and Grew finna give it to you, my whole list is

Me, Grew, Loke, Luck, Maxxx, Wikid, and the dude who got a neck like a dick shit

Green Vilin, Saint Sinna, Mumm-Ra, Zero, and that boy DurtE killin' this shit, bitch

Last of a dyin' breed, every track that I smash, man, I sound like the cat that you try to be

Motherfuckers brought the bat but you minor league, big-headed soundin' like a Lil Xan prodigy

Man, that shit ain't gonna fly with me, hit 'em with the boom-bada-bing, gotta be what I gotta be

A legend and you can bet that I've been infected

I'm better than all the records you pressin', ain't got a lot of me

Hoes take a deep look in these soft blues, now my dick covered in spit and yeah, the balls too

Your girl done left you alone, that ain't my fault, dude

But go 'head and blame it on me when she doesn't call you

She got me throat stabbin', and a new mattress, yeah, we went ahead and broke that in (Whoo!)

And if she down she can get it somewhat fairly uncomfortable like the back of a Volkswagen (WhoO!)

Got your folks laughin', ain't nobody doin' it half as good as we do it, quote that shit (Whoo!)

Write it down, I don't give a fuck, they handed me and Grew the mold and we fuckin' broke that shit (Whoo!)

Yeah, I'm dope, on a roll, killin' shit, got flow, I ain't really need to say that shit again

But the next time you in the whip pluggin' in the aux cord before you hit the button tryna play this for your friends, tell 'em

[Chorus: GrewSum]

They don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch, this, bitch)

[Verse 3: Madd Maxxx]

Mission : Infect motherfuckers!

Highly good up in the mix like vanilla extract, triple X that, Dale Earnhardt up on the mic 'cause I wreck tracks

What would you expect of a motherfucker that was part of bringin' Mission : Infect back? (Haha!)

We the alligators in the sewer, y'all are pet rats

If you ever venture in the depths then you ain't ever gonna get back

Body isn't gonna be discovered 'til your skin is so rotten that it's jet black (Ugh!)

Where your best cat? Leave a red splat where his vest at

Real raw like I'm Craig Mack

You don't really wanna step, bro, you better step back

Get your head cracked, now you're leakin' through a headwrap (Blahh!)

Spittin' wicked raps, somethin' with some of the best at

But motherfuckers seem to forget that (What!)

So every once in a while we gotta remind 'em and hit 'em with a little get back

Grew, Dubbs, and Maxxx here to protect rap (Yup!)

You can suckle on a couple of plums if you aren't gonna respect that (Ha!)

Thinkin' you're on my level, you're a Kennedy, jack

Yeah, back and to the left where your head's at

[Chorus: GrewSum]

They don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch)

I keep tellin' 'em they don't make 'em like this no more (Like this no more, oh no)

They don't make 'em like this (Don't make 'em like this, bitch, this, bitch)