[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]

Yeah

More or less it's the winner's clique

I split your shit

Twin crips snuggle with the clips

Cozy

Hundred shots leave a nigga holy

Moly

I'm like Moulder with the X-Files style

Behold the Vic Spence

Wave lord experience

I got you niggas feeling tenuous

I bent my wrist with the cuff grip

Grab the grip out the holster for the culture

I turn nigga's brain fluids to mimosa

Adios ya

Johnny Walker my cup, drunk up

Jeans tucked with the money lump

Sit down

Y'all niggas buy jeans with your kneecaps out

If Sean P was here hе'd duff y'all niggas out

This is New York, Chi Town, L.A

Anywhere in bеtween, weave a dream

Watch for niggas that switch teams, LeBron niggas

I put y'all niggas in line

My little Frankenstein babies, lord willing

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]

Uh

Tarnish your soul with Nigerian hopes

Smearing the cake all on the table while she gripping the pole (Baby)

This year I should be sick in a hole

But I'm out here getting the dough

Break bread with my niggas when it grows

Straight out the oven flow, get your mittens

Fix the whole kitchen up, Chanel plates

Kicks make you wanna hide a snail face

Y'all got pastel taste

I'm luxurious

Glorified there could never be two of us

Top of the game and I don't want to

I want you to know that I just want you dead

'Nuff said

You the type to buy a jersey and then distress it

I'm the type to type your birdie a message

Like "Is you coming to the crib or naw?"

She replied back fast

Came back to my crib in just a trenchcoat and I laughed

Wear my flesh on my sleeve, who care about ya?

You not better than me, you wear a blouse brah