[Intro: Diizii & Icy Kash]
(Push up, push up)
Push up, push up, push up (Bunny on the beat)
Push up
[Verse 1: Icy Kash & Slikadaice KNTM]
I take a seat inside my throne when they talkin’ ‘bout a stand off
They can't touch the flow, you woulda thought we cut their hands off
Spitting lines that run circles round 'em like the equator
She say I got the sauce, I guess I'm blessed and highly flavored
I got the game on lock and I didn't give you a spare key
I'm charging them to ride up on my wave, that's why they fear me
Tell these niggas, “farewell,” that's what we finna do
Alzhеimer's to the alphabet, likе, yeah, we won't remember you
Forget it, they copying the path that I made, it's so pathetic
Icy on the track, speed dial the paramedics
Charitable with the smoke, yes, sir, you can get it
Listening to shit you say is like listening to anesthetics (Bang-bang-bang-bang!)
'Cause we ain't feel that shit
And if Bunny made the beat, you know I kill that shit
Really out here in the field, I'll show you real tactics
Blowing up like a volcano, but we still active, Freezy
[Verse 2: Slikadaice KNTM & TheDirtyBunny]
It’s just my motto
Get ya freak on, baby, Nelly Furtado
She ain’t no model
But, still, she gotta be bad for me to fly her out to Cabo
And I can read ya mind, what you thinkin’? Like a novel
And I’ma make her mine, make her ride like bike, like Mongoose
Chief Keefin’ with the blickies, make it bang-bang-bang-bang!
Ice out all my homies’ necks, I make a chain gang
Spinnin’ blocks while poppin’ tops, yeah, some’ like Beyblade
Dancin’ on a opp grave, like, hit the Nae Nae
Got the sauce like Polynesian
Yeah, don’t you get me heated
This shit gettin’ old like Egypt
They all love me like Norman Reedus
Like, you the other guy and I’m Beavis
Simmer down, I got my reasons to be plottin’ and to be schemin’
Yeah, I’m insane but active, we teamin’
And this ain’t reachin’, they gon know our name in every region
No, I don’t mean to be preaching
But we gon’ reach past decent
Godly flow, but expose my demons (Let’s run it)
Push past my limits, they already seen it (Go!)
[Verse 3: TheDirtyBunny & DefNOTBio]
Wearin’ black shades ‘cause I’m way too high
Pop an edible, feelin’ way too fried
Droppin’ on shrooms, just me and my guys
Get the fuck out my room if you ain’t tryna vibe
Soul ascending from my body just like a cocoon
Yeah, we blastin’ off all the way up to the moon
Me and Diizii puffin’ on this blizzy
Feelin’ real dizzy, what the fuck did I smoke?
Feelin’ like I’m trippin’, on this chair, sinkin’
Higher than Pippen, fuck this dope
Sippin’ on whiskey, got me moving risky
Nine shots like 50, no, this not coke
This bitch too messy, get her out the section (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha! Who?)
Who let her in? She tweakin’ on the floor
[Verse 4: DefNOTBio & Diizii]
Okay, bitch, you know the Rap God was brought out
Lil Wayne up on the beat, it get knocked out
You gon’ get off like you clocked out
You better dip low, my shooters gon’ drop out
I’m gon’ leave you behind, 200, yeah, I’ll top out
But I treat this shit like a jog now
We not a match and yo’ fire get stomped out
This stepper so cold when I cover the feet like I’m bringin’ some socks out
NSAYN Entertainment, my brain? It is dangerous
Remember when they left me hangin’
If you not my bro and you wantin’ a feat’? Better have you a payment
I can body a beat, they won’t give me engagement
I been underground like a basement
The hatin’ is ancient, yo’ agents? I’ll break ‘em
You see men on the ground like the pavement
I’ma draw and erase ‘em
They’ll get shot up, no patient, then the body is vacant
And my shooter get sent on vacation, woo
If you duckin’ me, get the cutlery
Money on yo’ head, top is luxury
If you fuck with me, they gon’ come for green
Who you know better? Bitch, I’m over all like some Dungarees
Slidin’ like I’m buttery
How they ditch me, no recovery, that’s the summary
Douche ‘em all just like I’m Summer’s Eve
I’m gon’ say it to your face
Like, fuck DeK4y, he fake as a CRYLIX
His game is a scrimmage, is he even still livin’?
If not, somebody smoke on him, deadass
I ain’t got no enemies
If they not dead, they finna be
They got shot like a remedy in the face like the Kennedys
Better dodge when I charge like the whip from the 70’s
But in greed, he ain’t just like a recipe
Gon’ steal yo’ money and yo’ jewelry
I said, “who you know better?” No best friend
I’m on a roll, I won’t stop, fuck a dead end
My top is on fire, I feel like a redhead
You whores not stable, I’m callin’ that Red Dead
Redemption? You ain't’ gettin’ one
I’m twisted like braids and they dreadin’ him (Yeah)
Headin’ to the top and they preventin’ him (Yeah), woo (You know who it is)
[Verse 5: Diizii]
Back in with my niggas (Yeah)
I want the 17, hand on the trigger (Bah!)
Let the shots go, bitch, you can’t hit me (Bah!)
Niggas is mad ‘cause, really, I’m different (They mad)
Huh, they actin’ scary ‘cause, really, I’m active (Scary)
You is not ‘bout it, you really an actor (Huh)
Damn, she ain’t ‘bout that? I really won’t have her (What?)
Niggas is lackin’ but I’m always packin’
I’m really just finna go pack ‘em (Okay)
I know that yo’ homie a has-been (Yeah)
Say that you done it but you really haven’t (You ain’t)
They mad ‘cause every beat I’m on, I’m spazzin’ (Uh-huh)
Subtract yo’ homie, you can’t even add it (He gone)
And Zii really got him a baddie (Zii)
Not talkin’ ‘bout pills when I’m talkin’ ‘bout addy’s (Ugh)
Not payin’ attention, so don’t even @ me (What?)
That Diizii flow got ‘em dizzy, ho (Huh)
Why ‘net beef? Coulda just hit me, bro (Diizii)
Hit it three times on video (Three times)
Smoked his ass, lost his ego (Smoke ‘em)
Dumb bitch, you don’t really know (Dumb bitch)
No motion, you really broke (Motion)
It’s West A, make the city grow (West A)
The shit I’ma do finna put Anaheim on the map
Just went on the ‘Gram, I see you put yo’ dead homie on yo’ muh’fuckin’ cap
Stupid ass nigga, get caught in my trap (Stupid)
Bunny beat, bitch, he’s makin’ it slap (Bunny beat)
You want the fade? Then don’t reach for the strap (Fade)
None of the action, you all about yap (Phew)
They trippin’ on me, I make ‘em collapse (Trippin’)
Get out the booth, I don’t fuck with your raps (Booth)
I want the neck, she turn to a giraffe (Yeah)
When it comes to bud, I’ma always relapse (Yeah)
Why you so pressed? You gotta relax (Pressed)
Why you so broke? Gotta run up the racks (Broke ass)
Tough guy, don’t even attack (What?)
Stay in my turf? Then I gotta tax (Tough guy)
My bitch a whole meal, not just a snack (My bitch)
Which do I want, the Glock or the MAC? (My bitch)
Act like a pussy? Then you gettin’ jacked (Pussy)
Lyin’ ass nigga, that’s really all facts (Lyin’ ass)
I’m really like Icy ‘cause I got the cash (What?)
I’m really like Slik’ ‘cause I got all the packs (Slik’)
I’m really like Def ‘cause I got all the mag’s (Def)
I’m really like Bunny, I gave him a tag (Yeah, Bunny gon’ beat ‘em up)
We gon’ beat ‘em up
Come on, bitch, don’t you be scared of a heater, bruh (Phew)
Go a hunnid, bitch, I’m finna speed it up (Skrrt!)
I’m gappin’ you, bro, come on, keep it up (Yeah)
Diiz’ and DirtyBunny, we not cleanin’ up (Cleanin’ up)
Slik’ and Icy, we gon’ freeze ‘em up (Ice)
Def finna wet ‘em up, he finna heat ‘em up (Wet ‘em up)
Get out my DM’s with all of that beefin' bruh (Bitch)
What you just said? You gotta be speakin’ up (What you said?)
Give me my check, I’m finna ring it up (Check)
Can’t catch a burn, I don’t want hoes (Uh-huh)
Wet ‘em up, bitch, but it ain’t no hose (Wet ‘em up)
Ain’t switchin’ up, I’ma stick with the bros (Switchin’ up)
Stay with homies through the highs and the lows (Homies)
My bitch be flickin’ up, she hit her pose (Flickin’ up)
Cold ass nigga, I’m leavin’ ‘em froze (Cold ass nigga)
Slide in the throat and she finna blow (Slide in)
You know how it go, lil’ homie, I’m ghost
[Outro: Diizii]
I’m ghost, I’m ghost, I’m ghost, I’m ghost
