[Verse: Retro Messiah & KushGod]
You can hate on us, but you still broke as fuck
N***a, who the fuck is you? Ayy, We do not know
And I see you lookin' sus. And I swear I don’t trust
N***a, you can’t smoke with us. You is not my bro

Aye, yeah! Big gas, big bags, ayy, iKushGod don’t pass
Ball like Klay Thompson, Retro's Steve Nash
Shawty swear she bad, but she ain’t gettin’ no cash
Shawty cappin’ with the pussy, but I don’t want ya broke ass

I ain’t worried ‘bout a hoe, no
Bitch need a bar of soap, ayy
Buss it for a pair of Scopes, ayy
Need to brush your teeth with Scope

You know it's iKushGod and Retro
Smokin’ Gas from the West coast
Yo hoe tryna smoke the dope
I’m tryna see what’s up with the throat

Bitch, you know it’s me, Klay Thompson with the three
I got Retro on the beat and he cookin’ hella heat
Yo bitch took me out to eat, I ain’t have to pay a fee
Ayy, When she suck on me, I say “Bon appétit!”
Ayy, smokin’ on that Gas. Smellin’ like yo granddad’s feet
Ayy. yo bitch a vegetarian until ate my meat
Ayy, you be actin’ scary. Bitch, you swear you in the streets
You the type that run from 12 knowin’ you ain’t on no heat

KushGod low-key, yeah. 12 don’t know ‘bout me
Yo hoe gave me brain. I think she got a degree
I’ll go Triple H, hit you with this Pedigree
My ex new n***a okay. But trust me, he can’t fuck with me

KushGod and Retro, ayy, we the deadly duo
And my old girl was broke, ayy, so now I gotta new hoe
I swear I don’t free features, what you mad at me for?
I am not [?]