[Intro: Tablez]

Whatever you're about to ask, yes

Do you wanna die?!

[?]

That's so cruel, Tablez

Ha

Yo, look

[Verse 1: Tablez]

Wasn't the one for a minute, man, how things change

Pockets got fat, name gained weight, take in the back, they thought it was strange (They thought it was)

Not gon' lie, huh, not gon' lie, I just been the same (I just been the same)

We know ain't nun more scary than niggas with time or a nigga with range

Watch shit get insane

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]

Want a two-tone black wraith, skyline kinda like [?]

Got a bad thing, Wukong, pulling her [?], couple R-words too soft

Lemme be quaint, couple—Psh psh

Bitch made

Enough of that ixnay

Cycle through fields like a switchblade, cut to the chase

How the fuck y'all be moving like you Buggy with bounties, I'm chilling by Shanks, no way

Let me float, alright, roll green, get fried, but it's real za, so you know the ash all white

When I DNA splice, Kyurem black, never white

When I smoke something nice, tell a bitch "come bite" (ABC)

He tried to tug at my card, this ain't Persona, nerd, go watch Time Wizard pop out and shine

Ain't 'bout a bitch with [?], I had trial and terror, go and wife you a [?] (Ooh, woah, woah)

[Verse 3: Tablez]

Throw some cash around, I give no fucks, we some litterers (Ha)

Show the steps, y'all, it don't get no simpler

Please don't play no more, it's just gon' be a miss

Shit get knocked out the park much like [?]'s finisher (Aye)

Get off the top, girl I don't want no nibbler

I mustn't get with her, said I ain't shit

Boy, best stay in your place

You a guest, a mere visitor

How's no one fucking with me and your ass my top listener, bitch?

[Verse 4: PE$O PETE]

Power pole, that's what I'm giving

Between bread and the [?], that's where I'm splitting it

I'm a real green blower and lighter, it's [?]

Whip my stick at a snake, I ain't fucking with Slytherin (Damn!)

And if bro want that smoke, he get chambered in ember

Bro the flows and that swag isn't yours, it's select

I got pack in the mail, this ain't return to sender

Every piece is a grill, I'm a real big spender

They like Pete is the vibe

Bitch, I'm like wintertime, remember December

Beat I'm gon' dismember

When I pop out the cut, pop a stitch then I re-head it

When we hit a red light, going in and I re-red it

My face, and my bitch, and my drip, and my clique, and my whip, and my—Damn!

Everything unleaded

[?], cause you motherfuckin' [?]

When I point where he walk, he gon' motherfuckin' [?]

Even [?] can't pop with that baretta, dead 'em

With the cream of the crop, you with bros who disheveled

And my foot on the pedal

I turn to Tablez, like "we need gold medal," ha ha