[Verse 1: Henry Draw]
You already know what I am gonna do to you
Your days are numbered, just like Roman numerals
Turn you to ash like it’s time for your funeral
I’m going crazy, but that is the usual
It’s like you gave me Xanax, they are luminal
Bump in the road just like it is, um, tumoral
Aqua jet, go fast like Azumarill, umm
Break it down like an enzyme, our price is high, yours is just dime
Even though she is working at Five Guys, she servin’ up chicken thigh for the cam online
And I got that camera watchin’
Shoutout to the B.I.G., Chris Wallace
Fuck the police, better if lawless
Fuck what you say, my versеs flawless, damn
The pressurе is on, say what you want but you backed up in the corner
It’s a one way street, took the wrong path now you on the trip to the coroner’s
[Chorus: Israel]
Uh, got the numbers jumping
Whole team eating, must be doing something
Cartier glasses, like it don’t mean nothing
Paid it doubled up, cause they front the budget
This here all or nothing
This is hitting, 'cause we get it on the weekend (weekend)
Told you that I’m different from the weekend (weekend)
Told you not to hit me on the weekend (weekend)
Superstar living while we geekin’
[Verse 2: Ryan Dove]
B-b-back on my bullshit, wait I never left, bitch (yeah, aye)
Yeah, I see you floppin, like a motherfuckin' dead fish (woop!)
Hear you taking shit, boy, you got a death wish? (uh!)
Somebody shoulda told you I’m not one to mess with (yuh!)
Got the blaster pointed right at you (okay!)
Goin' Stormtrooper, pew, pew, pew
Coming for your head like some fuckin' shampoo
Yeah, I’m feelin so electric, call me Pikachu (Pikachu, woah!)
Got a girl in the front and she lookin' cute as fuck (yuh!)
Got my boy in the back, yo, he lookin' cute as fuck (woah!)
Got the bass in the speakers, bumpin' in the trunk
Swerving through these lanes like I’m drivin' drunk, bitch (yuh!)
[Verse 3: Julien Sword]
Straps on our hip with some bleach in our hair
Bitch we look like Antifa
Catch me ridin’ around EHC with a cup full o’ mud
And some blood in the speakers
I'm from the boonies, lil’ bro
We call bonfires, alcohol, drugs therapeutic
Conditioned to kill and we'll do it
But I only wanna make music
This bullshit been fucking up my equilibrium
Put pressure to the dome and hear the skull collapse
Hearing from a little birdie
Didn’t hear a peep from ‘em when I pulled up all black
Broke as fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I do not need somebody holding me back
I just need a stolen Jeep, couple hundred racks
And a minute so I can relax
[Chorus: Israel]
Uh, got the numbers jumping
Whole team eating, must be doing something
Cartier glasses, like it don’t mean nothing
Paid it doubled up, cause they front the budget
This here all or nothing
This is hitting, 'cause we get it on the weekend (weekend)
Told you that I’m different from the weekend (weekend)
Told you not to hit me on the weekend (weekend)
Superstar living while we geekin’
[Outro: Noah Murray]
Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new
I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused
Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new
I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused
Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new
I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused
Don’t make me do it, I'ma pull up with that brand new
I got it, you want it, come get it, don’t get it confused
