[Verse 1: Trechor Boy]

Yung Trech comin' in hot wit da full clique

All you other fake rappers better run quick

Man, fuck weed I'm gassed up from pro-pain

You quit like 4 years ago, I'm up next mane

I'm aimin' steady out the window of the Chevy

I got jonesy in da back while he sharpens up his machete

Eta about 20 till we arrive wit da money

And throw your body in a ditch as we tag team your bitch

Hardware fails, but hard work doesn't

You probably slave away at work just like your cousin

I fuck the pussy then dip out just like I never knew 'em

I just look up the facts but Jonesy spits it

Give it to 'em!

[Verse 2: spacewalkjones]

Ayy, black on black on black I did not show up to be seen

In the corner peel your eyes I might siphon your gasoline

Plated brass instead of diamonds chronic migraines but I'm shining

I could make your boyfriend jealous from the comfort of my seat

Out doing donuts inside the Toyota

I'm stinging the back of her throat like I'm soda

I got a chain and a blade and my waist

And she think I'm on coke but I'm not so I'm cola

Tug on her choker she want me inside her

She know I'm a gentleman gotta oblige her

I got this calendar up from the Mayans

When I'm suicidal it keep me inspired, ayy

Trechor up on the production

And bitch I'm up next it ain't up for discussion

Fuck with my family again

And you gonna find out if I'm really just bluffing, ayy

978 motherfucker the terrible weather just gimmie my power

I'ma stay up 'cause it never makes sense in the morning

I'm high as a bitch and I'm out