[Intro: DiLo]

Like, hey (Oh, hi)

What we doing? (What we doing?)

Never hit me back, no cap, who you screwin'?

Call me Smooth Crim', but this ain't no Michael Jack' (Michael Jack')

Fallin' right to pieces, Michael Jordan, back-to-back (Back-to-back)

[Verse 1: DiLo & pdktp]

Fuck these Debbie Downers

What you sayin'? I got powers

I ain't sharing, this is ours, for the free-free

And we rollin' to the party, shockin' bitches, comin'

Now we disappear, we Ricky Bobby, Mr. Meeseeks

What you say? Oh hey, oh hey

We don't play, oh hey, oh hey

Yeah, rock out, Ferris Bueller

I get bitches, PRIV a loser

Swervin' in a pretty Cruiser

She love me just 'cause I'm cuter (Ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 2: pdktp]

Na, na, na

Na, na, na, na

I didn't know DiLo had that all in his fuckin' bag

And we throw a fuckin' ball, yeah, watch me run it back, ba-ba-back, back

Fuck, I need to get on track

And she lookin' super cute in the back, yeah

She a, she a, Spanish bitch, from the bay

And I hear her scream all night

But I'm done, done, I'm done with all the bullshit

I don't know what is wrong when you never cool it

[Verse 3: issacslost]

I don't really try, all these girls wanna meet me

Put my track in the back, it's on repeat

Got the stamina, I'm livin', you can see-e-e-e

Gotta cool down from my cup of caffeine-i-ine

Livin' life on my own terms

Say I'm a fool, just watch, and I'll show her

[Verse 4: tansea]

Yeah, yeah, I'll show her

Yeah, she wanna get a flick, I don't know her

Yeah, my team is goin' up like a 'coaster

Wanna see a hundred bands? Then I'll show ya

They wanna talk on my name for exposure

Wanna talk out of my name, but I don't know who he is

Yeah, I made a couple songs and they messin' with the kid

Bitch, I'm in my bed, why you always tryna link?

Think I got the flu 'cause everything I say is always sick, sick, sick

[Bridge: tansea]

Everything I say is always sick, sick, sick

Everything I say is always sick

Yeah, one, two, one, yeah

[Verse 5: tansea]

I got way too much on me, I feel like it's enough

You gon' try to pull up in my section with a gun

You get popped, you get shot, you get put into the ground

Everyone tryna bite my sound

I got my dogs with me, my hounds

This ain't my beat, but I'm a producer

I make great sauce 'cause you are a loser

Don't need a gun, I don't need a Ruger

I got my team, yeah, DiLo's a shooter

This ain't my beat, but I'm a producer

I make great sauce 'cause you are a loser

Don't need a gun, I don't need a Ruger

[Verse 6: ricevst]

Won't you stop it?

Fuckin' with you people makes me nauseous

Toxic, drain of energy 'cause of the toxins

Popped in, I'm in the picture and you get cropped out

Clocked in, I'm putting my time while you be oppin'

Dark force, running, when I tag you with that laser

Star Wars, planning, now I'm pulling up a saber

Feeling like I'm [?], bank is made of alligator

She wanna come over, man, I'll have to see you later