[Verse 1: Luca Serrano]

Over ninety p, I swear this shit is silencing

I made this shit to stand out, money can't define me

I'm in too deep

Can't make bitches talk, when they throw their ass out

Expect me take my cash out

I'm also whack now blast out

I run the racks and chase game

Set my traps until you snap

I'm pressure not pain

I'm insane

I can make songs in one night too

No sleep, I refuse

I just hate to, your fake too

No nades but I'm reloaded and I'll shoot

I'm not flexing on this track like my bitch is

All face, Designer

No problem I see you selling used J's

I didn't intend to diss any kids that act gay

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And I will throw shade

I'm running options

Ah, yes, I'm running options

Please don't text me two days late in a conversation

I don't give second chances

It's my way of hating

Attentions run dry

With no relation

I flex on weekends I won't hesitate

Held myself back for two tracks

I'll die at my own pace

You give Soundcloud plays to the ones you over-

[Verse 2: ML2]

ML2, I'm repping B16

Never change for the fame, cause bitch I been like this

Never rocking with lames, I'm straight built to insist

That I'm changing the game, It's best you pass the sticks

While we speaking of cliques, motherfuck your fix

Any bitch in lipstick is getting roundhouse kicked

Spitting clouds out the mouth, you mooch nicotine tick

It's no wonder you hoes are my pick to evict

Steering clear of the essence that I pair with queers

Keep away from the flame, the consequence is severe

If I see another hoe screaming "Cheers!" with beer

Red's coming soon bitch, cause I'm Paul Revere

Straight stick it to thots who only hang with Juniors

Or maybe the dudes who measure dicks with rulers

I remain the same, I attack and maneuver

Check a bitch who vapes on snap, bust a cap and remove her

This one is dedicated to you stop-by juulers

You vape fuckboys and you Bape lame losers

Supreme bofa' deez RIP Capital Steez

Cause there's 47 ways I can abuse and school ya