[Intro]

[Jake Hill] Alright Pinecone I got a song for you to get on

[Lil Pinecone]What!

[Jake Hill] It's real ignorant, just like you like it. Doesn't have any real meanings

[Lil Pinecone] Oh so now you want me get on the track after 8 months. "Oh my name Jake Hill, all my songs 'bout being sad"

[Jake Hill] Shut up dude, I thought we'd do a song together cause everybody misses you. I mean we don't have to if you don't want to

[Lil Pinecone] Hell nah! Drop dat shiet

[Jake Hill] Alright here it goes

(beat starts)

[Lil Pinecone] Man what the fuck kinda beat dis is?

[Jake Hill] It's all good, just, do it

Ya, ay

[Verse 1: Jake Hill]

Run up on em like its 06

Kidz ranqe

I been stacking up the mils, keep em piled in the bank

Pinecone, Jake Hill, yeah we going super saiyan

Farming all the gp like I’m venezuelan

I been stacking up the profit

Ain’t stopping no competition

Fuck a city I'ma run up, in the wildy and get it

I keep it rolling, with the motherfucking squad, 300

Leonidas kick em to the bottom of the summit

Gold wrapped around my whip

Ain’t talking cars, from the abyss

We been at the top

We ain’t ever gonna plummit

Try to catch me slipping

Then we sending you to lumbridge

God damn, know we had to do it to 'em

On the side walk, hands lock

I don’t conversate, I let the bands talk

Pinecone gang, we gon yell it til’ the end

Taking over never quit

Then we do it all again

Uh

[Skit]

[Lil Pinecone] Man you got me fu'ed up rappin' bout video games 'n shit

[Jake Hill] Just trust me dude. Just do your verse

[Lil Pinecone] Hell naw I ain't gon'

[Jake Hill] Do you want money, or not?

[Lil Pinecone] Man, fuck!

Ya, ay

Pinecone, ya

[Verse 2: Lil Pinecone]

My gun go "blat"

My car go "nyerm"

I don't want, your bitch she fat

In my hood I flip them brick

Fuck da' police, ain't no snitch

Lil Pinecone I'm my own shoota

Only care 'bout the money imma rob da jewler

Ol' stanky ass hoe in my inbox

She got crusty toes in them flip flops

Pinecone fuck yo baby mamma

Your girlfriend look like a baby llama

Talk that shit imma run up on 'em

Bust that clip den you a goner

I ain't fuckin roun' imma OG

Errbody in da hood they know me

Pay up 'cause you owe me

Trap all day it's OT

Ya

[Outro: Lil Pinecone]

You nerdy ass mother fucka' gimme my god damn money. Next time you ask me to do a fucking song, it better not be 'bout no stupid ass game

(Door Slams)