[Intro: Goku Black]
It's about time, Saiyan. (Ayy!)
You've been running around making messes for too long
And now I'm going to choke the life from you. (Hahahaha)
I can't wait to watch you die. (Ori!)
[Verse 1]
Laugh to the bank with my brothers; you walk up
Gettin' hit within an inch of your life
Get me a bag, and then sum up, I got up
Too easy; you niggas still takin' advice
Infinite-infinite combos, I do not convo
'Less it got stats or a price
Hittin' that boy with a wombo, feelin' like Tonto
Jump in this bitch with a scythe (Man)
[Chorus]
Who want smoke with me? You do! (Yeah!)
Got these ghosteries; they posting me (Huh? Huh?)
An' quotin' me, you too? (Okay!)
That bitch gon' hear me prowl (Bitch!)
Watch me hit that pose just like Goku (C'mon!)
And get to dippin' out
I don't gotta chase to eat my food (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
[Post-Chorus: Caspy, Goku Black]
LTG, I pack a BBC; I ain't talking 'bout no dick, I'm talking cannons (Ayy!)
If you seein' me, let Breeton slide up on you; get to blammin' (Bop!)
Bro, like CP3, I pass the rock my gang gon' slide in, fashion (Bop! Huh?)
Ain't no rack for rack with me; I slide a band and get you damaged (Yeah! you're pointless)
[Verse 2: Swoodeasu]
You niggas in trouble
Got a Potara stuck onto my shot
When it fuse with his face, he gon' slump on the double
He wanna test then I'll tech his attack, then
I'll take him to team so that means getting juggled
I'm leaving 'em puzzled; if he tryna pick up the pieces
I'm grabbin' 'em first, and I shoot 'til he struggle
If I hop in the mix, then I get it sorted
If I hop in the mix, then he get distorted
If I hop on the game, then I'm leavin' his name
On a grave, and then y'all can go report him
Or in mourning, I cannot pinpoint it
But he's still alive, and that's nothing important
We cyclin' hooks, "Get up, hook; get up, hook", or abort it
I'm beatin' 'em bad; certainly, he tryna sit to a guy
You know how that goes
I'm beatin' his ass vertically; hell, finna call him
So that's why he fuckin' with rows
Fuck beatin' him black and blue; I'm beatin' him blue to black
He'll never come back
That attitude, I was beating him to my back; that nigga is some trash
[Verse 3: Louverture, Future Trunks]
I'm getting my medic, you really all are fucking pathetic
Might get 'em beheaded, you stay with a bloody aesthetic
I been apathetic; two-piece have your body kinetic
LTG, I just got the better genetics; never discredit
You with or against, nigga, take your pick
Turn your back on me; I promise you'll regret it
Smoke exotic purp; time freeze from a single hit
Shake the world like Jiren; all opposition dreaded (Resonate)
Special beams, so my Piccolo, she grab.Haters be
Zemasu green, but they do not wanna clash
Get you whacked, thwacked, bashed
Like a DBFZ match, smack the black off yo' ass
Then I'm hitting the dash
Try to follow my tracks, but the pigs blocked yo' path
Watch your life get saved by the beating you had
Hold your fire, this man isn't Black
[Bridge: Louverture]
Stance up on some Xenoverse
Goku let the tooly burst
Smile just like Zeno as I wipe out yo' whole universe
Run it back no whis- sihw on kcab ti nuR
Piss me off again and I’ll erase all the multiverse!
[Chorus]
Who want smoke with me? You do! (Yeah!)
Got these ghosteries; they posting me (Huh? Huh?)
An' quotin' me, you too? (Okay!)
That bitch gon' hear me prowl (Bitch!)
Watch me hit that pose just like Goku (C'mon!)
And get to dippin' out
I don't gotta chase to eat my food (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
[Post-Chorus]
LTG, I pack a BBC; I ain't talking 'bout no dick, I'm talking cannons (Ayy!)
If you seein' me, let Breeton slide up on you; get to blammin' (Bop!)
Bro, like CP3, I pass the rock my gang gon' slide in, fashion (Bop! Huh?)
Ain't no rack for rack with me; I slide a band and get you damaged
[Verse 4: Caspy]
I'm a product of my environment, and honestly, I'm a hazard too
Who is you? Step up to the plate like you wanna lose yo' tooth
Niggas claim they armed, but when we see 'em, they built like Rayman
Hate when niggas bark, 'cause when they catch up, they like, "Hey man!"
This chopper touch you faster than an encounter with a Karen
You surprised I keep a tool; you dumb as fuck, I move like Tenten
Hate, hate, hate might get you wasted, ugh
DOA, you can't buy all the shit you flex in songs; that shit on layaway
I lay awake, waiting for you to fuck around and find out
He fucked around and found out; find him packed up in his hideout, goddamn
In case you forgot, all of my niggas are uncut gems, and your group is really not, goddamn
[Verse 5: DJ DAX]
Hmph, you don't know Jack, this PVP is black on black on black
Coming down to wreck 'em, they got nothing on my weapon, I'mma beat 'em in a second if the match up wack
Pause - where that ass is at? Killing purple guys, this is not FNAF, got some
Hooded niggas ready for the aftermath, fuck Peace, fuck Zaph
Little niggas struggle with beam when I’m near, Rosè for the name, I’m not anybody, I'm
Always keeping ears to the green, love to hear that the dollars, the yen, and the zenny’s routed, that
Blondie had enough, talked too fast, he wish he never doubted
Cotton candy cuts, I told the cuh to just forget about it
Split a deity, you're DOA, don't pray to trinities, we
Bring the synergy, so either way, the key is in the ki, I've
Been so MLG when pidurrplays, these niggas MLP, I'll
LTG your effigy away and hit my pose on 'em