[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Wolf gang

[Verse 1]

Trippin' on my soda til I'm walkin' dead

Yeah, sippin' on my sofa, I be clockin' bread

Poured a lot of cyanide, yeah

Afford a lot of homicide

With them homies who are like

'Oh, that's just a gas leak', no reaction

With some dummies who be hikin'

Just bein' past a fast peek, no extraction

Ain't responsible with misinformation, please

Irresponsible with the nation, you think

Playin' checkerboards now, yeah

Ay you got some billboards, now, yeah

Criss, cross, applesauce, yeah

Call that tick, tock, motocross, nah

Bein' in the wild, or in denial

Bein' that mild, got a telephone dial

[Verse 2]

Bеin' in the fast lane, I'm past fame

Got a framе, that isn't lame

And surgery, wheres the burglary

Got a radiosurgery, in Hungary

Im a tabby, you bein' crabby

You bein' that shabby, stop bein' blabby

Got that wolf gang swag, with the

Both, bang, gag, stop that

Reconcile in the food aisle

You immobile, like juvenile

Im versatile, spit a verse, file

Once in a while, got a lifestyle

Freestyle, got a hairstyle

Meanwhile, in that junkpile

Yeah