Verse 1: AlmightyTrav

Hop out the butterfly doors

I gotta beam it look like Rudolph's Nose

Make her bend over, lil' bitch, touch ya toes

I'm CEO, whatever I say goes

Bitch, I'm a pimp, make her drip like nose

Gotta light source, spray that bitch like a hose

Fisheye Effect, all my niggas bold

Origami, I'll rip 'em up if he fold

Bitch, I'm real violent, might end up on LiveLeak

Send a whole round, make 'em mop up the concrete

Been had that shit, boy that shit is so obsolete

I was kicking doors while you was the prom king

762s, say goodbye to yo' mommy

Rip up his meat, now he looks like salami

Foreign bitches, you still fucking Armani

If you ain't 12, then it ain't hard to find me

I'm off the Figi, you still on Dasani

Verse 2: MadeInHeaven

Moving these bricks like I'm Bob The Builder

My bars is hot like the Soul of Cinder

Glock 18, mix a nigga just like a blender

Can't take no L's, I'm a mother fucking winner

You is a actor, yo' life stay in 3D

You niggas is jealous, I swear you wanna be me

I got the water, it drip like some Figi

225 right in my hand, got two foreign bitches, make them count the bands

Sipping that lean, I swear I can't stand

Niggas is roaches, they crawl off the wood work

Got a new scope for the Draco, so I think that bitch should work

Pimpin' these hoes, but my name is not Slick Back

Me and Travis hit licks and you can't hit a lick back

Pull up with a choppa, that shit got the kickback

Verse 3: AlmightyTrav

'Member them days I finessed shit from Letgo

Black and white diamonds, this shit ain't a barcode

Moving them bricks, stack 'em up like a Lego

I got the gas, roll it up like an egg roll

Pay me my money, bitch I came for pesos

Got a bad bitch, and she looks like Trevejo

Try to come juggin', I'll bust yo' tomato

Came for some gas, nigga why ain't you say so?

556, hit his ass up with the scope

Play with my money this shit ain't no joke

Ask for some smoke, when I give it you choke--withdraw all the time, it's still balanced, typerope

Wit' MadeInHeaven, but I came with demons--we'll melt up his brain if we think that he seen it

She thought I was Michael the way that I beat it

Give 'em more bullets if I think he fiendish

Point a gun at me, bitch you'd better mean it

Try to hide from me, my niggas go seekin'

I swear that they're hungry, they're ready for feeding

Plotting a lick on me you won't complete it