[Verse 1: Sybyr]

Walk in it, smell like the booth

Shit not sweet, I ain't suckin' my tooth

It's getting too cold to go fly to Peru

I'm tryna lead a stampede on the roof

I need some K to go fly to the moon

Yeah, my discography fat like cocoon

Became a butterfly, flappin' my wounds

I am a soldier, survive in the doom

How you gon' manage ya shit in the dark?

Bark like a dog, you get dragged to go walk

Pop like tart, y'all smell like fart

I need all my pills to go pop

I need all that brain to be sane

I need all that cash to be green

I need all my medicine changed

You need not put me to hang

Anti, nigga, the name been changed

Put fifty for that bag, arranged

Where them vocals? Need them chords

Or you might go back to doin' morе chores

[Verse 2: Tan]

Your whole team likе a circus, you can't stop the shine

You're a bunch of clowns [?] working

Running 'round through town with them lurking

You don't know what you did but you gon' learn it

Team full of demons, that team full of demons

They chasing, I'm speeding, they chasing, I'm speeding