[Producer Tag: oddwin & bzargoodboy]
Ayo, oddwin!

[Verse 1: bzargoodboy, [?], & OmarCameUp]
[?] bitch in a tutu
Finna run a train on her, n***a, "Choo-Choo"
Weed smell like rotten flesh and some doo-doo (Ew! Sticky)
Look, I'm a god 'round these parts like Cthulhu (bzar, I love you)
Bitch, boo-hoo (What?)
I sip that water, not Yoo-hoo (I sip that water, not Yoo-hoo)
This ain't a drill, hoe, my screw loose
If you ain't bussin' 'bout the money, then shoo-shoo (Ugh)
Aye, 'cause I need a bag ('Cause I need a bag)
That girl must not have any family left 'cause she callin' me "Dad" (That girl must not have any family left 'cause she callin' me "Dad", callin' me "Dad", aye, yeo)

[Verse 2: OmarCameUp & PE$O PETE]
I am a quarterback to the hoes, if she don't suck, I pass, huh? Ugh
I got that premium [?] shit on lit, I'm blowin' that gas, huh? Wait
Bitch, you in 'n' out, [?] don't look at me sideways (Yeah, alright)
Comе for yo' head like a migraine, woah (Yеah)
I am ahead with the bread, run it up 'til I'm dead, you ain't matchin' up my grain
She threw it back, I said, "'Ight, wait"
You n***as sweet, somethin' like cake
All of my homies, they jump and finessin', then repeat, that's the usual Friday

[Break 1: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
Yeah, why it sound like murder? (But, it's, it's Saturday, though, but whatever)
[Verse 3: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
They ain't really like young PE$O, man, shit not new
Bitch pull up on me, I'mma see her in a new
Problem wit' young PE$O? I'mma do what it do
​oddy got a trumbone, man, fuck the flute (Yeah)
I be out wit' Omar and bzar, we be chillin' (Wow)
Run up on young PE$O? I'mma do 'em like Krillin, woah (God damn)
Dap me? He dead (Yeah)
Problem with PE$O? I'm totin' that red, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Totin' that lead
Problem with PE$O? I'm leavin' him dead (Yeah, yeah)
He ain't even know me like that, why you talkin' like he did?
Run up on young PE$O? Got a Glock and a stick
Run up on young PE$O? I'mma shoot him in the rib
And a dick in her ribs and you know how it is (Aye)
I ain't ever play 'bout that, ooh
I ain't even play 'bout this, woah (Yup)
I'm gon' [?], uh (Huh?)
If they really wanna talk shit, ooh (Yuh)
I be really smokin' like that, woah (Okay)
Yeah, you know I'm rollin' up big
I ain't ever stretchin'
Feel like Byleth, man, I keep me the weapon
And a weapon and a weapon and a weapon, woo! (And a weapon and a weapon)

[Tag 1: PE$O PETE & Emily]
Fuck PE$O
[Verse 4: PE$O PETE]
Why it sound like murder?
I be spittin' shit they people ain't heard of (They ain't heard it, uh)
I'mma pull up with the burner (Bah-Bah!)
I'm gon' send him to the sermon
I'm gon' send him to the preacher
I'm gon' send him straight to DAX, we gon' split the cut even (Ugh)
Why it sound like murder? Boy, it's heat when I'm speakin'
Corrin F' Smash, how these hoes be reachin', fuck

[Tag 2: PE$O PETE & [?]]
PE$O, are you dumb?

[Break 2: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
Damn, that was cool (Yeah)
Anybody got the arena up? (Yeah, I got one, the password is "72")

[Verse 5: bzargoodboy, OmarCameUp, & クラウド・ストライフ]
Aye, yuh, n***as is scared of my Ridley (Okay)
That n***a said that [?] (Word)
Matador shit, you can miss me (God damn)
Catch us a n***a, they simping
Bro', why are you wearing a Coach bag again?
Oh, wait, that's just for the glizzy
They be like, "How bad you want it?" and I tell 'em, "Really", bow! (Fah! Shoot! Shoot!)
I need a muhfuckin' milli' and three bad hoes like Elizabeth Gillies, aye, wait (Hello)
Hang wit' my gang like Mandy & Billy
I fuck up that sack and I get it, no, really (Bah!)
I'm in the function grabbin' ass and some titties (Bah! We go!)
I'mma stay [?] and my chopper from [?] (We go! Go!)
Them boys in F-L, I'm in Michigan chillin' (Chillin'!)
My e-girl just hit me, said, "Pull up to Philly" ("Philly!")
Bitch, I'm too focused on me, girl, you silly
You was waitin', I was chasin' a billi' (God damn)
He talkin' shit, then I'm slappin' him silly (Woo!)
I swear to God, the giant fuckin' wit' me (Yah)
[?] for this shit, man, you know I get busy (Huh?)
Bad bitch from Tampa, she think that I'm pretty (Woo!)
Bitch can't touch me
Rappers; they simp nowadays, man, aye, like they Rusty (Ooh)
Oh, n***a, you dusty (Yuh)
I got a Buster Sword on me, you think you above me? (Yuh, *Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge*)
All of the e-girls, they love me
These bitches know that I'm paid and I run it like rugby (No cap)
But my flow is disgusting (Uh)
[?] kill and came up from the bottom, boy, trust me, yeo, yeo
[Outro: OmarCameUp]
I mean, it's in my fucking name
You stupid ass bitch