[intro: sorrai]
Bitch i ain’t playin around
I will stomp on yo ass send you straight through the ground
Lil n***as like you could never match the sound
That i get wit my gang when i’m back in the rounds
Ugh, yo bitch, she get me aroused
Pullin up to yo hood bitch i got me a 4 pound
Poppin yo gang get em down with the Glock now

[verse 1: sorrai]
AYO ODDWIN
Ay bitch i’m finna come down
Ho be slurpin on my dick till i cum now
My vektor don’t play n***a you better back down
Raided yo shit bitch i’m stealin yo crack now
(don’t do drugs kids)
Fuck it i’m zooted
He ain’t want the smoke n***a’s pussy he pooted
He goofy like who in the fuck was he foolin’
I’m boutta pop a n***a face wit the toolie

[verse 2: oozaru]
You n***as ain't equal not even congruent
I keep me a chop if you talk i'ma use it
Get socked in your face if you walk in my shoes
I'm a sick leader bitch you could say i influenced a lot of you n***as
With a little pop-pop
From the triggers y'all not
With the business these n***as is parrots i can hear em squawkin
And shit i be killin these n***as
Call me yagami with the penmanship
[verse 3: sorrai]
Ugh
Get with the time lil bitch
I’ll take the stingers to yo eye like it’s a lime lil bitch
And when you rappin you barely able to rhyme lil bitch
We finna fuck it up as if it was a crime lil bitch
My bands bigger I know you ain’t get a dime lil bitch
And you ain’t never sayin shit cuz you a mime lil bitch
On every beat i’m rappin like i’m in my prime lil bitch
But in reality i still got more to climb lil bitch

[verse 4: oozaru]
You outta line lil bitch now get shot
Talkin on the internet gettin yo ass popped
Quick to pull the blick all you see is a dead opp
N***as dead at the floor
Got sent to the morgue cold tag on his toe
Mathematical genius bitch i got radical flow
Rooted to the fuckin bag till the grass doesn't grow
Got some foes and fans always asking for shows
O2 and sorrai now we classed as the g.o.a.t like

[verse 5: sorrai]
Sit down and let the dawgs talk
Like ultra instinct no one can stop us
I am son goku o2 saitama
Tears down yo face go cry to yo momma
Oh my god
Ratatouille how i’m cookin it up n***a
We some balloons elevate movin up n***a
Drop the act lil boy we know you ain’t tough n***a
Under them bars is a whole lotta fluff n***a
[short verse 1: oozaru]
We gon run em up n***a
Yo bitch crazy for dick she just asked me
I told her go nuts n***a

[short verse 2: sorrai]
I’m posted up n***a
And i carry the strap i ain’t fightin
I’m ready to pop n***as

[short verse 3: oozaru]
Boom, hit him till his face in the pavement
Don't talk on the net n***a know that you ain't shit

[short verse 4: sorrai and oozaru]
My crew we some killers we ain’t on that lame shit
You already know that the squad stay lit bitch

[outro: oozaru]
Squad stay lit, n***a
I'm that shit, no shit, n***a
Money in the bank, i'm a rich n***a
Better not burn your bridge, n***a
Uhh
Squad stay lit, n***a
I'm that shit, no shit, n***a
Money in the bank, i'm a rich n***a
Better not burn your bridge, n***a