[Verse 1: jonny sé]
Hit a stain, for the change, do it, why God?
Why God? Making a mistake with the vodka
Shotta, aw lord, got my liver looking like its foie gras
Fuck your damn chain, fuck an offer
Fuck your father, fuck your process
Fuck your goddess, full spin, Jon got em nauseous
Robbin banks he don't make deposit
Bitch living large but I'm living lawless
All since motherfucker dropped college
Woulda rather stuck my cock inside a hot pocket
Aw shit, hell I'm just being honest
Jonny gotta give em space, put em on a rocket
Hola, que pasa, sabe que mi casa es su casa
Yo tengo una idea y no se lo que me pasa, distancia
Mejor opcion despues de amenaza
Yo se que ese fantasma se disfraza

[Verse 2: Marcus Plenty]
Humble me, nah I'm probably, K Lamar's progeny
Hopped on the beat, I, disgraced all you fakes who make mockeries
Whose stopping me? Is it you, or you, or you
Or The boys, in the blue, or these big red buffoons
Cause all these gangs I'm bout to shoot
Was born to bang and kick in roofs
I brang you death in Santa suits
Now all you fucks requesting proof
You cucks ain't worthy of my hoofs
So, can you solve this riddle boo
If I'm a dick, and you suck, what just hit you with the truth?

[Verse 3: Blakey Blake]
So let me die in the flesh on this mic never rest
Breathin with knives in my chest, see if they tighten unless
I got shit to do today, my bad for hypin my death
I got flows to make I put on for my guys in the Req
Don't take the stairs nah I think I am too fly for the steps
Flow on fire cuz sometimes a little light in my breath
Aye, that's the power of the Black Panther
Aye, jonny sé on a damn classic
Woah, she got a booty like a damn dragon
Aye, I'm Jon Snow if that ever happens

[Interlude]
This is a message from Req Inc
Fuck what you think Inc
Call the number on your screen
Give us all your fucking cash

[Verse 4: Årmå]
They want us non vicious, I'm livid
Where’d you get that? Call that cool rap?
I’ll kill it, I warned ya kid
Tell em it’s nothing personell when I teleport behind ya and-
You know, we cultivate that new norm
Come fit in
Uno, drunk til I drink that
Cooled off covfefe
Latter-day duo
Do what Jonny says ta, you betta be not missin
Get a Cluedo, bet it RuPaul with the lipstick in a 2-door
Yeah I'm feeling myself, but not like you were
I make music, you do you, bro
Fiending for that futa with a thumb and a finger
Critics always got quick tips, "That's a zinger!"
Ain't no way to fuck the fame, Walking out of frame
"Arma no, don't leave like before!"
I'ma go let Lowki hit the floor
Til y'all Macauley Hulkin home alone
Well then fuck it he done told y'all for the love of god they don't love us