[Verse 1: Pouya]

Test the water, ya daughter get slaughtered

I can get to you where you can get from your father

Running 'round and doing all the things that I taught ya

Being a slut in the middle of Kansas

Shooting 47's outta the banshee

Yuh, I know these rappers can't stand me

So sit down like a bitch, play your part and watch me

Balls out, get sloppy, come fine everywhere

I don't care, I'ma do whatever whenever

Your head gets severed if you playing with me

Yuh, I do this shit in my sleep

Yuh, adrenaline in my teeth

As I learn more, and the clock ticks

Looking around the circle, gon' make my heart sick

And your body pics, do not help at all

But that don't mean I don't wanna come inside and see you doll

Let me feel your walls, my dick claustrophobic

You could be my only omen (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Mikey the Magician]

Fuck what you heard, but it probably happened

I'm in Kansas, with the verses in canvas

Came and got them [?], taking pictures with the Canon

And I mouth a couple Xanax cause my sleeping schedule vanished

Pouya brought the hoes, he signing titties in the corner

But I'd rather sit alone and sip a couple of Coronas

My girl waiting for me down south

I mean, I could get my dick sucked and kick a groupie out

But fuck being a Mac, I think my mind is changing now

And I ain't no Kawhi, San Antonio is foul

I never had a brother, but I think I made a couple

Germ and Nick now they my family

Pouya pull up in the caddy with a shotgun

But I blow his brains out

Cause this lifestyle wild and it's only getting worse

Than the suicidal thoughts that you envisioned from your birth

Put a pistol in my hands and give myself what I deserve, bitch

[Verse 3:Pouya]

(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)

So I came out the dirt like Uma

Get more money then I'm use to

Fuck you mean my team is the future?

I done fucked a million hoes up on my computer

Still ride around the city on the razor scooter

Your bitch begging me to call her an Uber

She tired of fucking these losers

But I'm not the one that's gon' choose her

[Interlude: Pouya]

(Hell no, you know whats up, we in fucking Kansas, in the middle fucking god damn nowhere, still rapping in this shit)

[Verse 4: Pouya]

Wanna have a conversation? Better come correct

I don't give a fuck about your life

I want you to cut my check

Damn, you so cool taking pictures with your cigarette

How can you lure me when we never met?

I ain't gonna lie, you look good on the internet

See your ass in real life and you really just a simpleton

Especially rappers talking bout I'm not a lyricist

Keep on talking sideways, you best be diligent

I started getting money and I never wanna finish it

Finna buy my momma something cause I'm really feeling it

Commissary for my brother, get some tuna fish

Told that bitch "Whats up? You acting like a lunatic"

She tried to slap me in my face so I hit her with a pool stick

She started crying balling like a bitch

Telling me that I'm full of shit

Chicken and beer on your breath, bitch you smell like Ludacris

[Outro: Pouya]

(Fuck you, you stupid bitch, suck a dick, bitch)