[Verse: Jupiter$ Tyrade]

Trap got a motherfucka' really out the mud though

Sippin' on styrofoam staring at the gun, no

Gonna make it rain pronto, gonna need a poncho

Umbrella forever, now I'm the head honcho

Rolling up blueberry fronto

Sippin' on cognac look like i'm Franso

Two shots at yo' dome

Red dot on yo' nose

Look like a bozo

Bonnie & Clyde on my side like go

See you selling you ready your pole

Upping the iron, upping the chrome

B-Bet that I'm firing

Right at yo' dome (Boom, boom, boom)

Pretty could be away

No I won't make her mine

I told her to wait in line

I'ma just take this line

(Yeah!)

My dick too big

I roll with the strap in section by my ribs

Big nice skin like money pays

My bitch find me with another bitch

I spend a check on my other wrist

Blood flows, ice fangs through my arteries

Never mind me when I pour that triss

Pop a pill feel like I'm Optimus (Wait!)

Pop a pill, you know I'm feeling great

S-Sippin' on syrup, sippin' on paint

I been sippin' on purple, not talking 'bout grape

I got into the circle, elite with the rank

You know I be lurking, I be at the bank

Money gon' get in the way

You should be dead anyway

What'll he say?

When I pop outta the grave

Know what I be on

Ceiling be on

Man fuck all the peons

Celine Dion

Y'all be online

I be on beats

I be on drank (Ahaha)

I be too clean

I be too paid

I be too mean

I be with the gang

I was serving them white get it out to the fray

I was lured in the fight, I was lured in the bait

[Verse: Faceless 1-7]

(Yuh...ayy)

(Yeah...ayy)

(My piece still on fire)

(Nothing, that's on gang)

Drop a K off my shit

Choppa sit, let it spit

You ain't safe, the opposite

I ain't taking hostages

All my profits providence

Your god gon' soon acknowledge it

Triple up my numbers getting numb right to the side of me

But you gotta see I got the US on the West

Fuck my time ain't nobody, but diamonds dancing on my chest

I don't see why they don't care, fuck OCD ain't need my breath

My old homies they once put they fate on cut they fatal steps

I got the recipe

Everything ahead of me

Called up my bitch give me brain like she Kennedy

Still I be working go bitch now don't message me

White out my number like don't be obsessed with me

Flexing me out cause you ain't with the brother shit

Drop my name will get you out the gutter

I been on pace know snakes still run up

I been on shit, no clique, no other

I need the cashapp when the racks due

Don't give a shit if it's past you

Get a glass house for my last true

Me and my girl take the parbleu

To my sudden whites, no snowy nights

Cold cabin lights with the mass loose

I ain't gotta die over bloody fights

I got more to dice than the last do

Rip those fangs lowkey

You got that smoke it's all on me

Switching my focus, switching my key

Running those ropes and running my feast

Calming those slopes but really don't ski

I let it soak cause she love when I tease

I get it rope and I fucked up my soul and that noose gon' throw on my throat and I told 'em don't bleed (yeah)

[Outro: Faceless 1-7]

(...Bitch don't raise up...bitch don't gaze up...)

Bitch, don't raise up from your tomb

Bitch, don't gaze upon my moon

Killed your kin I kill you soon

Fuck my nights of white blood pools

I'm a dire from my dues

Cut so violent hunt in twos

Lovely riot, start the fire, whats inside of all my food?