[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]

Niggas started talking on the gang, this the end of that

Shorty mouth crazy outta pocket or she in the sack

Momma used to tell me if she hit you, then you hit her back

Shorty hit my line, throwing ass, I'mma hit it back

If you don't hit my line with all cash I ain't finna rap

Pulling out with the condom on, I ain't getting trapped

Dropped a couple racks on a feature just to get it back

When I pull the tech on a nigga he ain't getting hacked

That nigga shouldn't try the set

Shorty said she don't listen to rap, but love my dialect

Tried to show that bitch I'm really boul, no denying that

How the fuck that nigga pressing me where his iron at, gave his two cents, I ain't buying that

Bitch niggas shopping from the window

Hit em with the sticks, he fell back, no Limbo

My niggas in the mix, just blaze, no timbo

My niggas hit licks, run fades makes widows

Like Ham Sandwich, fuck the money, I just let the leg talk

Chopper kicking back, it blew his leg off

You niggas turn integration rooms into ted talks

Siri ass nigga facing time cause the tech talk

I just made a bean off a verse, they can't tax that

I just tell my young bouls hit me on my cashapp

That shit hit the bank, then just point me where the track at

Mean produced by biggest song and he ain't even tag that

But I'ma get em straight

Told my niggas I'ma get a K before I get a bae

Told my niggas I'ma get a lake before I get a bae

Told my niggas I'ma get a, yeah, you get it

Shorty standing up, I told her bend it over cause we fucking now

He was talking, bloodied up his nose, he a fucking clown

Shorty said my dick one hundred yards, she was touching down

Duragia, bitch, I'm the king up in this fucking town, nigga

[Verse 2: Jeesh]

Don't come around my circle, bro, you're quite weird

This chopper come with a built-in deesser like Mir

I'll jug a PS5 out a gamestop, there's nothing I fear

And I don't even want a PS5

Baby bent it back, I told her: "Stand up, we ain't fucking yet"

Next time I see you don't try talking on me, run instead

Ice is on my right hand, this fire on my fucking left

I pull up with a (fart) inside your house cause I got no respect, I'm out here with the

Out here with the gang, no home on the range, but we running trains

Two five to your brain, I'mma box your face

There might be something you was winning, it was not the race

My colleague scamming credit cards and it got him chased

Shit Pemdas, baby, do the P first

This ain't no fake supreme logo, this blood on my T-shirt

Huh, boy, I think we got a squeaker

Meet the reaper, pussy

[Verse 3: Yayu]

Treat the pussy like royalty, we do regicide

I'm depressed, but I don't cap bout getting coochie, bitch, I'm dead inside

Turn, wet up, gun reverberate for like seconds time

Told that bitch to leave me lone like Britney, I just fed her lines

Pistol flashing back, now he reminiscing of better times

Veteran with the vetted rhymes, viscose verbiage volatile

That was dumb as fuck no cap, still said it all the while

Really bout my mathematics, I'mma problem child

Used to put em in perspective, I just cause em now

Turnt potential to kinetics, now he falling down

Side note: kinda still fuck silly bands

Y'all get snuffed out trying to make a killing, damn

Move the work inside my little engine, bitch, I really can

Shaky blunt rolling, give me a break, I got chilly hands

Pass the pack to homie, suit the case, it had him switching plans

Transported by the beam, fly em out, get your ticket scanned

Fat white shooter got more rounds than the Michelin man

Poppy at your crib like dad visits that don't happen, he been abandoned