[lyrics originally transcripted by etze & jimmy dyna]

[Trellion]

Yo, it’s the blackjack specialist, monkey in a spacesuit

Twenty grand hand, steel hidden under tables

Waiting for the right time to bring out the biggies

Just so I can five finger discount your kitty

Leaving dudes wide open

Make a move or your life’s over

Making fools out of high rollers

Human slot machine bag you for your loose change

Took on Bruce Wayne, buried him with a few spades

You’re too late, you’ll never get a look in

Ask me what’s cooking, turn your mill to a nothing

Hack you from your britches, the ganja-puffing misfit

Never cheat, all numbers randomly predicted

Fuck a gambling addiction, I’m just handling my business

Snake eyes veteran banging out the 6s

[Sniff]

Yo, yo

Eyes on the target

Been through the hard shit

K plotting card tricks for braggers up in Cardiff

Dark shit, a standard, one love Cervantis

Yeah, I’m on some slang shit

Bringing through the dankage

Fire for them bandits

I’m outlandish

Rolling up with stank bitch

Trynna make a grand quick

Life’s a gamble, something that you hope away

You better hope and pray that you never see my poker face

Go away, I feel like being alone today

Bankers getting overpaid, late again, overlaid

So frustrated taking head from the shoulder blades

Aspiration, [?] [obey?], smoking [?] the realest

Yo, I play the cards that I’m dealt with

Buy bulk and sell shit

Yeah, I’m so selfish

Me and Trellfish aka The Halfwits

Play the game, start this

Fool them with the card tricks