[Verse 1: Phreyla]
Okay let's go, we fight with no morals
I'm in with your hoe she tryn—tryna give me orals
Picked up with the bros, smoking gas, we smoking ozone
Pulling out the phone bitch I'm high, this shit is normal (You wouldn't understand)
I'ma pull up with a blade, this shit sharp, look at the point
He's gonna kill the motherfucker that's why I'm in love with gore
I'll always keep it tucked up so I'm tatted with a sword (CR3SCENT)
Bitch it's constant we gonna leave you leaking on the floor (Okay let's go)
We fight with no morals
I'm in with your hoe she tryn—tryna give me orals
Picked up with the bros smoking gas, we smoking ozone
Pulling out the phone bitch I'm high, this shit is normal
[Verse 2: prkr blu]
Pu—pu—punished to [?], we still gеttin' at the pump
Diamonds dancing on my neck, got my dress, fuck, fuck, fucking show
Count thе snows beating in [?] because I'm doing all this coke
I got a body in the forest, yeah, we never let it show
20 on my hip, yeah, I'ma let that fucker slide
Sparks just on my gun, it's going on 4th of July
Why are you so damn complicated? 20s [?]
We didn't have to leave the market, [?] bag
My pockets fat at Peter Griffin
Money still is so unfavorable
Hit that bitch, [?] statements
That bitch gotta owe me payment
Yeah, she hated me and asked her what I wanna do
Sorry, bitch, I cannot hang with you, I'm rolling with the crew
[Verse 3: J4nuxry]
[?] yeah, I'm smoking gas, yeah, I'm smoking pressure
I do this shit for pleasure, think I gotta cut my tether
From the heart and aim each other
Check it through, I do it better (Yeah), now I do it better
Now I dream about you in my sleep, sleep, sleep
Way I do this shit, you think that I'm a veteran
[Verse 4: pk]
I—I—I've been wracking all the day like I just went to the formal
That bitch said she hate me, said she wish that I was normal
Yeah, you thought that he invincible, we turned him to a mortal
Okay, we gon' get it poppin' and this bitch looks like I'm Orville
Fuck it, I got a Glock up in my locker, let it blast, bitch
She said I'm a thug but I was smokin' on that cap, bitch
I just made a bandit when I blew it up a sec, yeah
Got my choppa through gymnastics, motherfuckers doin' backflips
We been getting up, get some racks, we spending now
D boy did the same, you interchange just like a sinner now
Put it in the throat, make it cut just like a cinnamon
Pull up in that Rolls, I been rolling off that Ritalin
[Verse 5: Eleventhirteen]
Like can you see I got three bullets in a piece
Sa-same thing on my teeth that's the centerpiece
Enemies all up in my DM they won't let me be
Let me bleed honestly I don't have any energy
Can't believe we broke up, think it's for the best though (No)
This ain't a joke bro, I need to let go (Let go)
You walked in there, I'm the one, I think I'm special (Special)
Think she's an angel but that bitch is a devil
Damn, damn I get my points up
I'ma head to another level, I don't got no choice bro
See, there ain't no fuckin' rebels, you know we destroy stuff
The way I hit it, I don't fuck it [?]
[Verse 6: PermaFrost]
Yeah, I blow on my hits it like it's normal
And they bitchin' crazy and I'm smoking on some [?]
My bitch, she give me aura
In the dress I bitch, [?] lower for her
I ain't got no morals
Fuck you and your mama, boy, I been gettin' cash
Counting racks, in this shit, [?], flexing with some [?]
On my hands but I'm going fast and [?]
Diamonds shining on my neck while I smoke it to rest it, yeah
This shit [?], but we just [?] on like a can of
But now I'm not well known
Smoking THC and high in the ozone
All these drugs on me, I've really been in my zone
Get the fuck, I'mma fix 'em and break your jawbone
I—I—I—I—I've been working on the clock
Don't cross the finish, it gets blocked
You don't wanna see my Glock
'Cause if he does I'll leave his body in a box
B—b—b—b—b—b—bitch, I think you're fooling yourself
Always smoking alone, don't give a fuck if that shit smells
If we've heard it's one and one, [?]
Oh yeah bitch [?]
[Verse 7: dooozii]
Okay, hi (Hi), I'm your worst nightmare like Freddy, I want make you scream
I'm lurking in the shadows in the deepest of your dreams
Keep a light mag on my side, I got it on me
You know it's dooozii with this travel with my army
Like, how your best friend's with your ex like he won't bite
Heavy, heavy weights, I beat him, but I keep it light
Cameras on, yeah, I'll kill you outta spite
Tell your family that you love 'em till you—
[Verse 8: roeeee]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I don't talk a lot, too much for my fuckin' plate
People runnin' smiles, I don't care what they say
This your nuclear, like it's soon as day
I've been out my head, I've been out my mind (Mi—mi—mind)
I feel like I can't take time
Pull a gun and I'ma take it live (Li—li—live)
I've been playing dot com with my rifle
[Verse 9: riv]
Bitch, I'm high as a [?]
Talkin' hella shit, I might just put you in a hurt
Fuck you, talkin' hella shit, I might just put you in my purse
Talkin' hella fucking shit, I'ma just fill you up with dirt
So don't stop it, I don't wanna keep on talking
[?] on my hip, I'm gonna act poppin'
And you fucked up all my friends, I know you fuckin' watched
I'm fuckin', fuckin', risin' as a snitch
Talkin' hella shit, but you just fed up with a bitch
When my homies with the clique
[Verse 10: rans0m]
Run it up, we catch you in public, get the money bro
I'm in first place, yeah, you a runner up
I get fed bags if I count my hundreds up
Off that X, moving, flow
Send a text, going, gross
Going crazy in that boat
Play it safe, yeah, we gon' find out where you at
Heard he talking tough, yeah, we gon' find out if he's cap
[Verse 11: kitz]
I can't keep doodle, I be posted in your town
Ra—ramen noodles everyday, you get them pounds (Uh, fuck)
Where's your flow? In the lost and found
Worth—worth a Boogie, how does that still make me drown?
I—I—I be stacking on his guap for the wonton
I be throwing out the bread like a lunch line (No)
When I do it all the numbers it be crunch time
I know you like me for my dollars and you want mine (Want mine)
Keep it up stealing all my beats, best believe we gon' beat you up
Bullets get to baking like it's muffins
We gon' heat you up
Running on these tracks in these beats with no sneakers on
When they play your music best believe they turn the speakers off
(You suck)
