(Shaggy The Air Head on the beat!)
(Devereaux!)

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
1-8-10 all 20's step in line (step in line!)
You know all my little woes stacking dimes
10 on the track ain't enough what you need
(?) on yo bih got that hoe on that lean
(?) I need a dub for that
(?) I (?) on the track
(?) in this bitch how I slump
Woadie gon’ pump get your man all in the trunk (put ‘em in the trunk)
Ain’t nothing new to me on a 40
You know how I do every day woadie (lil’ woadie)
On the slab, come and cop somethin’ (on the slab!)
Lil’ woe in the kitchen pop something (pop sum)
Right in the kitchen hangin' by the pot (gimme thе pot)
Know how I do on that hunnit thou block
Yeah you know how I boom (how I boom!)
What it do! What it do! (What it do)
Slab! I got a 4 in the Liter
Don’t you know this thе 9 millimeter
(?)
Ain’t nan finna do it like mine
One of a kind (one of a kind)
How I stand on a team what you see
(?) I put that boy in the (?)
It’s the one double o stand on business (stand on business)
Yeah your boy a cut throat (okey!)
[Verse 2: Darby O'Trill]
Fuck you, Fuck your life and everybody on your side bitch
Florida man all that I know is getting high and violence
(?) down south in the islands (okay!)
Put it inside of the trunk and drop it off out in Cyprus
They passed me the junt now I can not open my eyes up
I was off a tab (?) got my mind fucked
I got Rock n Rye with Bacardi inside of my cup
Get up out my DMs mane and get yo chick off my nuts
Iced out C17 round my neck bitch
I ain't ever scared I'm living like I got a death wish
We was face to face you tried to claim that you ain't said shit
I don't play that game that's why you got your fucking head split
Why's it always pussy boys who can not keep they mouth shut (blah blah blah!)
Acting like they hard as fuck but they ain't really bout nothin'
We don't keep that type of fuck ass energy around us
Clown love is all I got until I'm in the ground bruh (whoop whoop)
Whippin' 'round town with my woadies in the Subaru
Keep my name off ya lips I ain't with that whoopty whoop
Who is you a super goof that's why nobodies cool with you
Your existence is a scene how mines a fuckin' movie dude

[Interlude: KirbLaGoop]
Brrr brrr (Yeah!)
They know! They know! (hunnit)
Haaa! (boom! boom! boom!)
[Verse 3: Ouija Macc]
(Yo!) Off the water this that Alkaline
I'm a put that metal to yo necc and leave you looking like a Frankenstein (boom! yeah!)
They know better than to play with mine
17 choppers and they poppin' like it's Palestine (boom boom boom)
Bring that wicked shit back to the roots (yeah!)
Kick yo door and put my nutsacc in ya soup (bloop bloop bitch!)
I'm just counting raccs with my troops (hol' up)
They ain't got shit on the Macc with the Goop (nah!)
We been going in since like 20 fuckin' 10
Still pissing off your Facebook friends (fuck 'em!)
I'ma still drop the wicked shit up in Depends
Old man diaper I'ma fill it to the brim (yea!)
Spray that boy like Diarrhea
Hating like a Maivia
Bullets drippin' off the dicc I think my glocc got gonorrhea (uhh!)
And that Macc getting dough boy (yea!)
Eating good like the Pillsbury Doughboy (huuh huh!)
Get a checc 'stead of checking on that hoe boy
If you had something we'd be kiccin' in yo door boy
I ain't scared to die it be lit as fucc
Cause I know the juggalos will come and they gon' dig me up