[Intro: Jet 2]

Haha, aye, shout-out to my nigga, Da Kidd

He gave me this beat real quick

I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to, um

I'm 'bout to show you my freestylin', you know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

It's ya boy, Jet, Jet, Jet-Jet 2!

Bombs in the booth, like tat-tat-boom

Mother fucker, I don't care, come up in the fuckin' booth

Don't spit it, long hair, come up, I'm the fuckin' truth

Nigga, no Lil Wayne song, but I don't give a fuck

Because the flow is dang gone, I mean, my brain's gone

Nigga, I mess up, but I don't give a fuck

I tell a bitch, "get naked, then dress up"

Bet-uh, a tidiniyatimatidaniya, that was gibberish

I don't give a fuck, 'cause I still spit expensive shit

I could fuckin' put my bullshit out

And y'all niggas probably get it, feel it?

I got a full clip now, 'cause the brain's, the brain's

The brain's like lyrics, my lyrics like bullets

They hit you when I pull it, bitch!

I don't give a fuck, because I bull this shit

I might toss the pass off, tinamina pa-ah

Aye, who want next?

[Verse 2: BeeGee]

I think I got next, alright, should I go in?

Uh, pass it back, toss it back like a muh fuckin' quarterback

Took yo' bitch too damn easy, you got no strap

Fresh Levi's wit' the all black tizzy

Rappin' wit' Jet 2, you could check the song

Spittin' at yo' bitch like a microphone

'Cause I'm on, nigga!

I don't give a fuck, though

Garage lookin' like, somethin' like a car show

Nah, I'm lyin', I got one car though

But that's alright, man the bitch just slow, though

I don't give a fuck, nigga, and you know this

BeeGee always on the flow, flow shit

Check the muh fuckin' temperature, I'm hot, bitch!

And I don't give a fuck, man I'm on some flow shit

Jet 2, muh fucka, and you know this

Wrekless in the buildin' like tetris, uh

Alright, man, I'm done, aye, Jet 2, kill that shit

Somebody hop in that muh fucka, alright?

[Verse 3: Da Kidd]

Haha, it's the muhfuckin' Kidd, bitch

Start spittin', bitch!

But not yet, though

But I'm 'bout to get up on it right now, like aye

You know, I'ma kill it

My drink, I never spill it

I'm feelin' kinda cool, 'cause my diamonds' super chilly

Wristband on; gleam, neck piece is blindin'

VVS' on the watch, you know that I be grindin'

Now, you can see me even when the lights out

Say I ain't shinin', what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?

No time for fuckin' cats, tell me where they do that at?

Fuckin' wit' the fam; best believe you gon' be layin' flat

Pierced up, tatted down, now tell me how you love that!

Jeans' super skinny, but my pockets always stay fat

Step yo' game up, you weak fucks can't compete

You say you got beef? Tell your girl, I got some meat

Random thoughts in my world, I feel I need a tweet

And you know that I'm Wrekless when I step up on the beat

I'm in the studio, marijuana smokin'

And groupies fiendin' like a narc, so I hit 'em wit' a fix in

Ha yeah!

Who 'bout to get on this shit next?

[Verse 4: RockstarTuNE]

Okay, trick or treat, bitch, money!

I'm rappin' out my head, but ain't shit funny

Doin' my thing, a nigga tryna slang

Up in the buildin' 'bout to go insane

Walk it out, bitch; UNK

Like I'm on fire, like Just Blaze

I whoop that bitch hard like she's a slave

I read her like a book, I flip her like a page

I flip her like a quarter, I'll flip by play

Haha, I'm just playin', y'all

You know? Freestyle? 'Cause we do this, Wrekless

Yeah