[Verse: Jay Frankenstein]

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[Verse: Carlos Taymaar]

Mix it, bitches

I’m whippin' in the kitchen

Four to five highways

Lames, you scared shitless

435 highway up to KC

Yes please, sex me

99 degrees

Lease the apartment is really like a trap house

Or maybe it’s a studio where bitches get the crack out

Think the gun gay the way it blow a fascist back out

Mac 11 chop, fuck 12, this is my house

Fabulous hoes and greased up French bitches

Paint your girl up and canvas you face with stitches

Ridiculous

Only work for 15 on the hour

Class solidarity, fuck money or power

I'ma still flex on hoes cuz I’m senseless

But know I'ma help a brother out if you witless

Bitch get with this

.45 I grip this

Flick quick fling

Big bling

No witness

[Hook: Jay Frankenstein and Carlos Taymaar]

Eat the beat for lunch

Sweet like captain crunch

Pawnin' off the leftovers

Big banana bunch

This might be a hunch

I think we next up

Kitty cat, ratta tat

Pussy power punch

This shit is forbidden

You niggas couldn’t touch

Get up to get off

My feet is on the clunch

This came in clutch

Jump up, double Dutch

Breakfast to brunch

You in late, I’m in front

[Outro: Jay Frankenstein and Carlos Taymaar]

Shit, we in that new State of Mind

Lady elect, State of Mind, we in this bitch

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Laurel Inwood, hell yeah