Verse 1: MonTay
Smart guy, apparently I’m Taj
Hangin’ with the squad, watchin’ Jaws in the garage
Billy slides in with a Hoffa-type offer
Do you guys want some hot dogs with onions and shit?
Laugh track, sneak attack, why that sounds very lit
So we be all - yeah just make like thirteen (Wow)
As we kept the focus on the shark up on the Zenith
Old family room tube, dude – grody
I’m with my two cousins and some other main brodies
Nippin’ reggos, butter up the squares like Eggos
My flow is Prego
Haters on some Ragu, haters got a flake crew
Haters watchin’ fake news
Anyways – this song’s for the boys like Saturdays
The salad days happened then they happened again and again
Always had a group of partners tryin’ to get it in
From the mitten to the key to the coast (Boys)
They the team that ball the most
They my main contacts
With me since the concept, with me for the conquest
Hook: MonTay
This is that song for the boys
All across the mix, we always makin’ noise
My fellas got my six and we known to clown around
From round town to downtown
And straight to the tip-tiddop
Verse 2: IDKA
Little glimpse in the life of the squad
Money see, money do, money talk
L-MN-O-Peep at the’gram at the montage
Of the kings and the queen’s of the squad
First we hit the gym, then we hit the city
Pile in the Lyft, we already feelin’ litty
Pre-game strong, the group already gone
Fallin’ out the Uber, throwin’ up on the lawn
Fall away if you lame
We Souffle, Crème Brule
Ya’ll the whey from the curd that’s been sittin’ out all day
No, I’m playin’ y’all can hang
We all losers all the same
When the squad on the way to the party
Then you stay
We too juvenile, we too delinquent (Yup)
We gonna chef the style, be the banquet (Yup)
Money runnin’ the mile, make the bank quit (Yup)
Too much vibe in the chili, here’s a blanket (Yup)
Anyways, this one is for the fellas
It was rainin’ at the club, better bring your umbrella
No J-Mo for the ladies so I grabbed a couple Stellas
Shootin’ my shot way better than Carmello’s
Feelin’ wavy cool while I take these boys to school
Your man-crush Monday gonna push you in the pool (Wow)
But me and my friends – we ask you to go swimmin’
Cuz it’s 2018 and we respectin’ women
Hook: IDKA
This is that song for the boys
All across the mix, we always makin’ noise
My fellas got my six and we known to clown around
From round town to downtown
And straight to the tip-tiddop
Verse 3: MonTay
Cruisin’ down a river in a inner-tube
What it do, though, I’m with my crew, though
Epic is our resting speed. Respect us, B
Already hit your trampoline twice (What?)
Eyein’ up your neighbor’s pool. Nice
All in a day’s work, playin’ poker with quarters
Hoppin’ over nearly every border
We are shred monsters, we are red lobsters
I think I’m college boy
Cuz down the hall they call me knowledge boy
Watchin’ flicks with my man in GR
Ripped, roasted and toasty
Boastin' the thickest rolodex, snap my poetry (Boys)
Then maybe you can peep the network
It’s heavy like my Buick. Catch us in my Buick
Up in East Lansing, whistling and dancing
Oh and probably prancing
Up North, scorch porch
Known to whoop a couch hard, known to rip a backyard
Got some shards of glasses in our asses cuz we hard
Wildin’ somethin’ childish like Gambino does
Gotti like John, we gotta teflon bond
Ringin’ in the noise and we poppin’ all the feathers
I really love my boys and you know I will forever
Hook: MonTay
This is that song for the boys
All across the mix, we always makin’ noise
My fellas got my six and we known to clown around
From round town to downtown
And straight to the tip-tiddop
Outro: IDKA
First we hit the gym, then we hit the city
Pile in the Lyft, we already feelin’ litty
Pre-game strong, the group already gone
Fallin’ out the Uber, throwin’ up on the lawn
(MonTay and IDKA adlibs)
