[Intro]

Check, check mic motherfucking check one-two in this bitch dog

Yo we just having a good time you know what I'm saying

We backstage right now in the beat motherfucking room, room, room coming through in this bitch

I can say whatever and this shit will sound fire as fuck

[Verse]

Take a step in my motherfucking brain y'all

Spit all over the track like Tommy the Train, y'all

Louis Vuitton Briefcase in the place, y'all

Sherlock Holmes, I always got the case, y'all

Look around the room I see 6ix blowin' trees

Look around the room, Kajo on the keys

Pick up the mic, lay the shit down with ease

Then pass it off to rhêtorík to scratch on the track

Like a dog full a fleas like a dog full a fleas

Kicked out of school but spit the greeds

I leave them scenes like ruined like Egyptian artifacts

To serve your whole fucking family like a fathers heart attack

Coming for their throat

In other words, you know I leave them neckless

Bobby boy be reckless

I'm backstage about to go murder the set list I'm gone

[Outro]

There they go

There they go

There they go

There they go yall

There they go

There they go

There they go

There they go yall