[Intro: Fenix]

Huh, yeah, hey

Reporting live from DromeWorld, you dig, huh

Shoreline bitch

[Verse 1: Fenix]

Who the competition

Who them niggas in the streets talking what they living

Name a nigga in the game really water whipping

Name a nigga with some fame really moving chickens

I'ma send her draped down in some True Religion

Money counter on the counter, I don't do addition

I just bought a new pole, that's a new addition

Pouring fours with my team, we gon' do addition

Why my bitch keep talking, boy she need to listen

Sneak dissing in the mention, now I'm in his kitchen

What the fuck a nigga mean he ain't really tripping?

I'm a level-headed nigga when I'm on a mission

We gon' do a nigga bad, ain't no optimism

Put a nigga on a shirt, make his mama miss him

We ain't giving any passes to the opposition

Baby girl stay down, you know your position

Real nigga, ten toes, I know my position

I forgot to mention

Why these niggas talking like they got some ism?

How you shooting at a nigga but forgot to hit him?

Quali stacks, molly pills, me and my niggas split 'em

I be rolling rolling rolling

Geeking out my body

Hi-Tech, red lean, pink Quali

Mixing up the medicine, I'm moving like a zombie

You providing evidence, don't want that nigga 'round me

Why you got a pistol, you not tryna catch a body

Glock-22, I'ma tuck it in the Tommys

That's your bitch, I'm finna bend her over off a molly, sorry