[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan]

I love to smoke that loud pack shit, I love to get that cash

I need a red bone bitch with a Big "O" Fat Ass

She's a down ass chick that's the kind of ladies that I like

Like real talk my dawg I ain't even gonna tell lies

Rollin' on the streets Out Con tennis ball choppa packin'

Blasting on rachets with fat asses that we be mackin'

We some slick ass niggas we too slick with that stupid shit

We ain't ashamed we just swagin' lanes to this muthafuckin turnt up music shit

By the end of day, I will never go away

Niggas still gon hate cause bitch I'm gettin' more cake

Fuck what you thank (think) cause you fuck niggas be fake

Fuck with my crew one more call and your ass gon be in the lake

We some hot boys, we make hot noise

Catch your ass slippin' we gon hit you with that top boy

It ain't my birthday but I need a big booty hoe

Fuck that bitch down & you know I tell that bitch ROO!

[Verse 2: Danny G]

These muthafuckas really tryna start shit

What coinkeedink we got beef to cook

Rollin' round in white and black like a bunch of psychopaths

Don't be shy to ask, y'all already know the streets is shook

Oh my God, Oh my gosh, look y'all it's the hot dogs

No ball franks when my dralls hang but them walls bang when I pop off

Bitch you's a buster, i say that with deep passion

Bustin' at you hoes rolling down the window with bombing monster beats bashin'

Never gave a fuck what you funky bitches saying

Cause this crazy shit stay in my muthafuckin' system playing

Slayin' these hoes Maine old ass crooner fuckers get Rogaine

We fucking these bitches not loving these bitches 100% for the dough maine

We pro game that's the realest spitting to the haters and phasers ducking

Getting this function biatch it's nothin' criminal shit for these cutesy pumpkins yah

My bottom bitch told me life is too tricky

When I make your bitch squirt that ketchup shit gon get sticky

Yeah get with it don't get twisted this the muthafuckin clique yo

You disagree suck my mouthafuckin' dick hoe with ketchup

[Verse 3: The Majedi]

Blood dripping out my nose I'm tellin' y'all it's ketchup

Brass knuckles in my hand I'm bout to fuck some flesh up

You fuckers better catch up because I'm out ahead

They call me The Majedi cause I'm the Jedi Majed

You're better off dead then tryna fight us

Because our swag is on point you tryna bite us

And you gon' learn to like us or you gon' die tonight

'Cause you can be superman but this is kryptonite

And I might trip tonight and kill some brain cells

Locked on my mind I handle ball and chains well

'Cause I feel unstable I think I'm insane

But also I feel like Django because I'm unchained

I don't think I'm bi polar big do have mood swangs

While I'm looking down on you atop the food chain

We're Outer Concept bro nobody better than

Us these your last rites I'll call the reverend