Yeah, shout out to Mardial

It is so lit fireman on a dial

No bad vibes i just wanna take a shot on

Young bois with the money on but the hype gone

Hype gone, fucking with the high tone

G to the brand im a motherfucking god son

Chillin with the beat dont you ever turn your vibes off

Killing with the flow now shit is going soft blow

Wow, man lookin at me

Im just a yungin dont starrin at me

These rapper they talkin like they even right

These people keep buying like they even like it

Not in a hospital but rhyme is so sick

You spending much dollars for copping that brick

You see me on front horny jack off the mic

Lets see what you got in the end im the sike(est)

But man, fuck you with the hype off

No lie i can tell that your hype gone

Hype gone

Calling on dial tone

High tone

Labels want me but my hype gone

K, you want me to stay in your way

Got telephone calls in a minute, tellin

G can you do it but i dont have a money

Gotta do it for the grammy next time yall need to pay me

Too much style you think youre good

Got this villanious vibe from my soul food

Fake the hype life like a fat rich boy with the off white hoodies and some yeezy boots

Send all the warning

Mardial gon takin your girlfriends panties

We dont need pop xannies cuz you look like a grannies

We drinkin some berris in mood for fairies

Like its true tho

We growin up watchin Naruto

Rasengan gon take all your homies in crib tho

Fuckin with me boi, you look like buritto