[Realtomino:]

Are you listening to Drowning Pools? Of course

When I’m on ya block get to singing the chorus

Trap jumping like Jordan, huh

Trap jumping like Jordan, huh

I’m running three different courts, huh

Put that beam on the cap, now he wearing it forced

I'll turn a whip to a suicide door

Choppa got kick like it's Chuck Norris

Fill my mouth with stones, hey, floss my floss every morning

Money tall, jarassosaurus, money tall, jarassosaurus

Too much water, might start storming

Too much water, might start storming

Yeah, kick shit till I'm dead, aye, kick shit till I'm dead, aye

Slipping off them meds aye, slipping off them meds, hey

I fuck Soja, Atlanta thots, I fuck Soja, Atlanta thots

I feel like Soja, smoking runts, feel like Soja, smoking runts

Get em', gone he can't run, money on his head, yeah

Bitch we finna double sumn', yeah finna double sumn'

Lucky slut, Lucky Charms, she give top in a foreign

Sleep on me, they be snorin', sleep on me, they be snorin', HAHAHAHA

I be seeing dead faces, I be seeing dead people, all these hoes be dead chasing

Alt until I'm sixty six, triple it like 666

Yeah my flow too sick yuh, yeah my flow too sick yuh

Still healing need med cases, still healing need med cases

Might move to the hills like I'm Lauryn, to the hills like I'm Lauryn

New bitch and she gorgeous, Tote too top shelf, money pouring

Are you listening to Drowning Pools? Of course

When I’m on ya block get to singing the chorus

Trap jumping like Jordan, huh, I’m running three different courts, yuh

[Ventis:]

Touch down, get him gone

Outside with this bitch, tryna have some fun

Yeah my brother got a new pack, now he never smoke on runtz

Yeah, never smoke on runtz, knew I always been the one

Yeah number one option, yeah, lil bitch I ball for the team

Yeah, always stayed the same, yeah lil bitch I been the same

Yeah, my brothers pray in pain

Hood nigga check the score, Told them niggas check the score

I can't fuck this bitch, yeah, I can't fuck ya bitch, yeah, I know she a hoe, yeah

Yeah my twin keep static with his arms close, yeah

Nigga try to backdoor me I'm shooting with hollows

Yeah, yeah, pretty bitch, gen 5 in the fanny pack

Gen 5 I can't go for that, gen 5 crack his fucking back

I'm tryna win whats wrong with that

You know I'm gon ride fo my brother

Pop these pills, poppin X, I can barely feel my fucking head

Yeah, aye, I been seeing red, yeah, I been seeing dead faces

Pretty bitch gon go off, and she off the powder, she say she love my music

Yeah this shit a power, yeah, yeah, young nigga taking money showers

Yeah, yeah, I'm so fucking new to this shit

Drug walked in, they love me, I'm like type shit, type shit

I'm already knowing shit, a couple years I'm gon be done

They won't ever know some shit was wrong