[Verse 1: ScrewStache]

Yeah, you know what's up, we came in to fuck shit up

I go ahead and light it up, burn it up, let's go turn it up

I see Fugasi, who say it's real funny, sure enough

They gon' need a straight jacket from me, cause I'm gon' burn em up (game over)

I looked at your shawty, then I ask her what she finna do

She replied along the lines of twist and turnin', "Strip Screw"

Yeah, bitch you through, go and find another room

Cause there is no room for you, so go ahead and toodeloo (yeah)

Diving in with a magnifying glass and a trench coat like I'm a detective

I'ma go get out the store with a bang, no dang, cause that's thе collectives

I put the guin with thе pain, can't hang with the game, but you can check this

My shit come with the spice, with the flame, or on no contraceptive

Yeah, bitch I'm going raw, don't give a fuck about the law

Fuck what you been hearing, need to believe what you fucking saw

Yeah lil' bitch, I'm going raw, and you see I'm on the ball

Call me Michael Jackson, black and white, get bitches off the wall

[Verse 2: iustus mori]

New club, pop out, everybody fuckin' with us now

Nobody can't fuck with us yet, nobody can't hold us down

We ain't headed straight for the top, like Arkansas, we lock it down

New boys on top, in like three years, we the best around (game over)

Hell yeah, we the best around

I smoke, sixteen, big blunts, don't smell peace

In my bag, hefty, don't be no chicken

I'ma turn yo ass into a three piece

I'ma hit him with the combo, I'ma leave him motherfuckin' dee-ceased

I'ma hit him with the combo, like it's Mortal Kombat vs. DC

Up, down, left, right, cheat code set your life on repeat

[?]

[?] I'm feelin' like Chief Keef

[?] and she callin' me sexy

[Verse 3: Mari Da Goat]

You know the motto, I gotta go fast

You chasing a bitch while I'm chasing a pack

I might not be first, but I'll never be last

Since I was down bad, but I ain't going back

I can't relapse and I can't relax

I can't be stagnant and worry about niggas

I got that check cause I'm staying on track

And you broke as fuck, but that's none of my business

All of you niggas be cucks (Sneako)

Ice on my wrist like Sub (Zero)

Lit as fuck, what's in my cup?

All of us just like a dove

I'm in this bitch cooking with my amigos

Those folks who are addicted, we might get your rico

Nasty, might do the dash fuck, but I can't cash me

You don't want to smoke cause you niggas can't max me

Don't judge a book by it's covor cause they don't know my pockets blue like I read Great Gatsby

I stay locked where the gats be

Lil' bitch on me, flipped her like her name was Patty

Be for the son, now I'm her step daddy

But she call me daddy, so I'm his grandpappy

I just want the head from the bitch Mr. Macky I ball on these niggas like [?] and Cathy

Yeah, yeah