(LiL THC)
Feel the piercing from your eyes
Looking at your pictures high
I got no where else to hide
I got no where else to hide

Countin' bands by my lonely
Only if you didn’t fuck all my brodies
Oh jeez
Bhb be the gang
I don’t really fuck with lames
THC be switchin' lanes
Cbd be on my brain

(Zeni Moe)
Boy why you lyin', boy why you lyin'
We all know ya ain't servin'
All dee bitches birds ya they fuckin' birds
I can hear they ass chirpin'
You just fuckin' mad cos' we winnin' ya
Yee ain't ever put the work in
Gettin' top from a lil thot and she hit them notes pitch perfect
She won save face but she gave face
Lookin' like she cover in the vogue
Caught a new case got a new bae
And she fuck me with my side hoe

(LiL THC)
Try to press me down
But I press these fuckers back
Goth shawty on that pole
While I’m smokin on this pack
I got all day
Yeah it's on me
Feelin' holy
No clout but you throw shade
I'm like okay