[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)

You don't wanna go that way (oh no)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (huh)

I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)

I be going in my bag (uh huh)

They be goin' MIA (okay)

You see them goons down there? (where they at?)

You don't wanna go that way (why not?)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (cha-ching)

I'ma put them in my bank (okay)

I be going in my bag (for what)

They be goin' MIA (duh)

MI- MI

[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]

I'm missing that action

Hold up, yeah, Carole Baskin

I got the track going, they be goin' savage

Back in the lab with the stack [?]

Tell me about the raps, you don't get subs yo way

Ain't talking tweets, I'm talking automatics

Ask if I'm beat, they gon' act like they had the heat 'til they get smacked back to Akron

Hold on now, let's get back to business

Called in collect, take care of the witness

My story, true story, your shit fiction

And my [?] really rags to the riches

Ah, yeah, they don't know me

And I lay everyday, rip Kobe

Hands on my pants, they ain't tucked, hella cozy

Gotta go get more bands 'cause my bands hella lonely, yah

Look, don't bring your girl around me unless you want her to be lurking

I'ma have ya breaking up like ya had some bad service

I ruin bro-code on purpose

In a coup so low and I'm swerving

Tryna boo me 'cause midway through they catch z's

Really bozos in the circus

He, who? He ain't on time

Be cool, you don't need style

We, too, got the kids on lock

Ee-oo, put 'em in a box

We knew, that you niggas gon' op

Where I speed through sayin' please kick rocks

Watch out for the drum, and the game ain't cut

And I gotta bring the pain 'cause that thing gon' brap

[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)

You don't wanna go that way (oh no)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (huh)

I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)

I be going in my bag (uh huh)

They be goin' MIA (okay)

You see them goons down there? (where they at?)

You don't wanna go that way (why not?)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (cha-ching)

I'ma put them in my bank (okay)

I be going in my bag (for what)

They be goin' MIA (duh)

[Verse 2: Crypt]

MI- MIA, hey wait

Your girl going down, no mayday

She grip my shit like a shake weight

And this is her mission, she's addicted to Crypt like I'm a gateway

Twisting and spinning like she's a Beyblade (what?)

She reading all your messages a day late (what?)

Your girl going MIA, no paper planes

You and I both know we ain't the same

Lions don't pay no attention to sheep

So if I count my competition, I'll be going to sleep

Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 guys, lay 'em in a line and they gon' reap what they sow

I sweep them under the door

You got a lot in common with my flow, you both ice cold

But, yours is to the touch, mine is to the soul

I'm running outta body bags to get your girl to Seoul

They be going in my bag

They be going in there too

But I'm going in for racks

They be going in to snooze

Make them MI- MIA

So many faces today

That I can't even say whose name is safe

But the mic and stage, it's like a fighting cage

And we face to face, and I made the way

'Cause (ayy) my flow stings just like a bee

'Cause I see red like my eyes are bleeding

You ain't got the deed to come make me

You're easy, likely to be so leave before I eat your soul

I don't give a neck because I'm a G

This dude right here? You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause the second that I catch you AFK you'll be MIA then RIP and you're deceased

[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]

Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)

You don't wanna go that way (oh no)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (huh)

I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)

I be going in my bag (uh huh)

They be goin' MIA (okay)

You see them goons down there? (where they at?)

You don't wanna go that way (why not?)

I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)

I'ma put the pole to your face (po')

All of these racks on me (cha-ching)

I'ma put them in my bank (okay)

I be going in my bag (for what)

They be goin' MIA (duh)

MI- MI-