[Verse 1: Henry Draw]

You already know what I am gonna do to you

Your days are numbered, just like Roman numerals

Turn you to ash like it’s time for your funeral

I’m going crazy, but that is the usual

It’s like you gave me Xanax, they are luminal

Bump in the road just like it is, um, tumoral

Aqua jet, go fast like Azumarill, umm

Break it down like an enzyme, our price is high, yours is just dime

Even though she is working at Five Guys, she servin’ up chicken thigh for the cam online

And I got that camera watchin’

Shoutout to the B.I.G., Chris Wallace

Fuck the police, better if lawless

Fuck what you say, my versеs flawless, damn

The pressurе is on, say what you want but you backed up in the corner

It’s a one way street, took the wrong path now you on the trip to the coroner’s

[Chorus: Israel]

Uh, got the numbers jumping

Whole team eating, must be doing something

Cartier glasses, like it don’t mean nothing

Paid it doubled up, cause they front the budget

This here all or nothing

This is hitting, 'cause we get it on the weekend (weekend)

Told you that I’m different from the weekend (weekend)

Told you not to hit me on the weekend (weekend)

Superstar living while we geekin’

[Verse 2: Ryan Dove]

B-b-back on my bullshit, wait I never left, bitch (yeah, aye)

Yeah, I see you floppin, like a motherfuckin' dead fish (woop!)

Hear you taking shit, boy, you got a death wish? (uh!)

Somebody shoulda told you I’m not one to mess with (yuh!)

Got the blaster pointed right at you (okay!)

Goin' Stormtrooper, pew, pew, pew

Coming for your head like some fuckin' shampoo

Yeah, I’m feelin so electric, call me Pikachu (Pikachu, woah!)

Got a girl in the front and she lookin' cute as fuck (yuh!)

Got my boy in the back, yo, he lookin' cute as fuck (woah!)

Got the bass in the speakers, bumpin' in the trunk

Swerving through these lanes like I’m drivin' drunk, bitch (yuh!)

[Verse 3: Julien Sword]

Straps on our hip with some bleach in our hair

Bitch we look like Antifa

Catch me ridin’ around EHC with a cup full o’ mud

And some blood in the speakers

I'm from the boonies, lil’ bro

We call bonfires, alcohol, drugs therapeutic

Conditioned to kill and we'll do it

But I only wanna make music

This bullshit been fucking up my equilibrium

Put pressure to the dome and hear the skull collapse

Hearing from a little birdie

Didn’t hear a peep from ‘em when I pulled up all black

Broke as fuck, I don’t give a fuck

I do not need somebody holding me back

I just need a stolen Jeep, couple hundred racks

And a minute so I can relax

[Chorus: Israel]

Uh, got the numbers jumping

Whole team eating, must be doing something

Cartier glasses, like it don’t mean nothing

Paid it doubled up, cause they front the budget

This here all or nothing

This is hitting, 'cause we get it on the weekend (weekend)

Told you that I’m different from the weekend (weekend)

Told you not to hit me on the weekend (weekend)

Superstar living while we geekin’

[Outro: Noah Murray]

Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new

I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused

Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new

I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused

Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new

I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused

Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new

I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused