[Verse 1: Lu Haley]

I'm chilling sipping 7 Up

I need some luck, my 7's up

Hells down with Heavens up

I glow like the rising sun

So stick it up

I'm robbing when I'm chilling

Sicker stickerson

Beat it up, billy club

Heat it up, I'm really snug

Trillest nigga in the club

Snapback your ball cap

And make you put that fitted up

I had some anger, spit it up

Jazz had to hit me up

I'm rad, super sippy cup

And levitate them titties up

Kill that, a killer cuhh

I'm dressing all my dressers up with money

That your honey love

Groupies in the hooptie

Yall mad from the bunnies bug, I'm bugged out

Share so much love that I'm hugged out

I do this for my city, All City nigga what now

[Verse 2: Jazz]

Nigga what now, Champs

Cut from the cloth of dead awesome

Head lost in these tits like I was six

Walking through the mall pass the food court

No cash, no hot dog

And bitches wasn't checking for niggas with knockoffs

So I scrolled down the rack, spotted these ill sneakers

$150. What can I get for $23 cuhh?

A pair of socks, flip flops, and some sneak buff

I'm better off rocking these cheap cheaters

I'm gone in the ether

My raps is meat cleaver

Lead the freak leech skeezer to the desert with the creeps, leave her

Birds with the feathers and the beaks

Not when you broke, flock when you got cheese

Only if it's sex, fuck it if it's not free bitch

Cause Heather does whatever whenever I need shit

No officer, that isn't weed you're smelling, it's my balls

Now get off them, there's often some swelling

I'm having trouble spelling cause my teacher's got a J-Lo ass

And I get a stiffy whenever she bends to pick me up a pencil when I drop it

I'm sorry it keeps slipping

I'm trynna spit my game

She keeps calling me a pipsqueak

Asked her out for lunch she said she'd rather eat the mystery

Meat, she's sweet, but fuck it she's out of luck

And I'm a kid but I'll destruct her for fucking with Teddy Ruxpin

[Verse 3: Jazz]

Kick bombs, rockets

I'm Tom in the pocket

My style they mock

I shine like gold lockets

Visions of filling venues and getting millions in profit

Fly as sky and there's no posers in my cockpit

My mom told me to see myself a winner

And when life hands you lemons you make dinner

So son keep your chin up

A threat to the veteran

I mingle the melody and I'm just a beginner

Never calm, I'm all up in the party

My homies driving, I'm on the bus to the party

I get up in the door like what up with the party

They clown me cause my gear wasn't up to par, G

Just separate myself from the plastic

I keep it chill, real still

Rap this magic

Madness, come get it through your head, I'm past sick, casket

I don't make hits I make classics