[Hook]
Like yeah [x5]
Cry different tiers, I meet here
None of all you n***as, compare [x2]

[Verse]
Components, my clones are my ache
Zone, zone, I'm in zone, like Kanye, ooh
I flush out ya wave like a Kamehameha, I body
Any n***a that want to get in it, and when I make
It apparent, like Brandie, Santiago, live up won the lotto
Jaguar fur, on my body, just me and my shawty
I'm the bomb like kamikaze
Bitch you should know this is Robby
She suck my dick, in the lobby
This is when a n***a want to run the milage
There's a thing called actual rap, and shit
Called "tang", I'm hotter mild, so the hotter I spit
I don't need assists, I just know I came up with my gang
This is the dang slang, these pop rap n***as cannot sing
I'm on lanes, like when Tory bit, my n***as VI flow
On a song, that shit insane, like I am ready to go bitch!
These n***as food, I don't taste em
Even if my eyes squinted, I can see slick
Or my eyes closed, like it's vacant, all these rappers
Talking bout they water, got a n***a feeling sea sick
I beat the beat up, that the bass got scared
And it sound like treble was decreasing
I sample the amp of shit, I'm cancerous
In rap, I'm the motherfucking catalyst
What other rapper will ever channel this
And I have AT&T, like I grabbed the shit
I grabbed ya neck, in a amount of seconds
I grip the chain, you have a big stand, damn
I push ya shit all the way back
Like the calender changed, headlines say
You increase with new bullshit, like forehead lines
Like one pick up will end you, land lined
It's a can of bars, that you claim fire, but it ain't my guy
Ya'll think ya'll sick, you ain't slick
I'm so ill, that I been had a sore thorat
Dressed in all black, like charcoal
Ya'll follow bullshit, like it's morse code
I got chinchillas in my wardrobe, I rep my n***as who rojo
I'm so out this world, that I use horoscopes as my microscope
I'm bout my zodiac, I sting like stingers on a scorpio
I'm on a roll, like school yo yo's
Bitch, I'm colder than a fro-yo
And I crop squares, like photos
Clips like dick, from porno's, no homo
You got yes men, around you
But no bitches that just goes to show hoe
Like bug on a n***a, feel like a insect
And flip your bitch, like a Tech Deck
Cut a n***a throat, and my pistols vertical, like a V neck
If you tripping, get ya damn shoes tied
Choke and stab, and smoothly let your blood
Dry like a damn clothes line, you tripping my n***a! [x3]
You tripping like damn!