[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]

Yeah, bitch

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & Dub-O]

I'm a thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass

Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass

Rich mo'fucker, wit' no class

Bitch, I'm from The Land, you don't wanna go there

Bitch, you talkin' grams, I be smokin' Os, yeah

Hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium

I ain't hidin' my shit, I'm a fuckin' grown man

If the cops come, then, oh, well, uh-huh

I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell

Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip

Have both my lungs like "Oh shit," ha, Kells

I'ma show 'em how a Cleveland mo'fucker do

Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school (Hahaha)

Shit, y'all know, it's no struggle, no progress

Hm, so I told the bitch work, go topless

Church, I'm a mo'fuckin' asshole

Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand, though

Burn a little wax, no candle

I'm buyin' Cubans by the pack, no Castro

They know I never try to hide like Camo

We in the motherfuckin' field like Rambo

And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo

And drive that motherfucker straight to a bando (Skrrt, ah)

24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk (Ayy)

I'm twenty five gotta get turnt, I'm a young rockstar like Lil Kurt (Ayy)

Twenty after four get burnt, everyday's Friday, no Big Worm (Ayy)

Thirty mo' days 'til the first and the hood gets paid

You better learn (Uh), bitch

[Verse 2: Dub-O]

I been around like a merry-go

I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal

I ain't tryna hear no, not gon' fear no

We ain't really have to tell 'cause niggas still tellin' on (Yeah)

Name ring-ring like a telephone, Dub-O (Drr)

I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier (Yeah)

All we do is smoke doja, still make 'em say "Uh" (Uh)

Master my Ps, so cut the head off a cobra (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm in tip-top shape, yup (Yup), if I want it (Ayy), I could get ya taste, girl

Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup (Yup)

Everything about me going way up

I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot

Gotta keep it pimpin', so I take the pimpin' back to the parking lot

I'm a G wit' it, OD wit' it, nigga

If we talkin' money, then you know we get it like "uh"

Your face lookin' hella mad, yeah, you hella mad, doing hella bad (See)

I'm seeing that

And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah, hella crabs, getting hella fat (And me)

By the pocket, yeah

Bitch, don't get it twisted, I been poppin' on the low

I'm underground wit' it, nigga, you ain't got a clue

I been had the Juice like Q on the roof

And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth

Young nigga got

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]

Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass

Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass

Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass

Rich mo'fucker, rich mo'fucker

[Verse 3: Tezo]

I-I-I am from The Land 'til I D-I-E (Word)

If you gettin' right you need a Humvee (For real)

And a big bag of that OG

Price so low you would swear I wit' the police (Tezo)

If she come wit me, she ain't comin' back

Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack

Run up on me if you want I'll turn you into a running back

I wonder can he handle that, nah, he can't handle that

I got ten freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts

A hunnid crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck (Yeah, yeah)

God bless the trap niggas

I can see the future, and it come wit' hella racks wit' it

Like I'm up at Saks wit' it (Swear)

Young Kyrie with the shot, Young Don Juan, what you thought?

Take her up top, then I let her drop

I'ma B-A Double-L until they put me in a box (Ball)

[Outro: Machine Gun Kelly]

Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass

Thoed ass, rich mo'fucker, rich mo'fucker