VERSE 1 [QUEST]
Bitch  better be get dressed, i ain't coup with a thotty tikos
Be  my favorite messed, double shots everything on menus
Gotta keep clean even we spazzed, a play off with no free throws
Gotta pack that you dont want to test, we set fire to the fucking venues

Look  like a mango (Mango)
We  go like a bankroll (Bankroll)
Gotta pay the payroll (Payroll)
Or  we shoot like django (Django)

Flannel go yellow Anthony Fantano
Album say hello from Tony Montana
Shit gonna blow like Connor McGregor
Shit  gonna shows inside of pinata

INTERLUDE 1 [QUEST]
Yall just a bunch of slave to fashion, i got team who can work it into passion
Yall senses weak dont talk about the weeks, yall senses weak dont talk about the weeks

HOOK [ISIAAH]
Get off my ass boy that shit ain't fuego (x8)

BRIDGE 1 [HAZY DAEL]
Talk the king in the throne
Counting bodies on the street
Warning! better stay home
Want a dollar you can keep?
Ready for a breakbone?
Liquor washin up my feet
On the rocks headstone
Conversations with my death
98’ and goin on
Mother fucker with the
Ummmmm, fuck
Wait, wait
Gotta switch it up

VERSE 2 [HAZY DAEL]
Now i got the lens
See an empty hand
Mind is full of bitches
God, i need a pen
Wait i need a pent
And i need a benz
Only makin mills
Hated countin tens
But im still slick
No need no improvements
Got a lot of actions
Makin lots of movements
Whiskey on my system now my talk is tight
Better ask your lady where she was last night

VERSE 3 [ANIMA]
Feelings i kill it the ceiling i be at but really
Im feeling my instinct to lit it
The scene of poetry
Leave bitch
Dont have a friend only a fam
Dont need a fan only a fam
Dont need your bitch
Unless she gives me her brain
Forever young no peterpan
Conducting the devil to dance
On sum sixth sense
Possess when i touch the pen
Lotta fucking pain
Paint it till it fucking vain
Go
Yall drop shit that ain't fuego
Better run better hide
Get it done you might die
Fucking with us we turn yall into dust

INTERLUDE 3 [QUEST]
Yall just a bunch of slave to fashion, i got team who can work it into passion
Yall senses weak dont talk about the weeks, yall senses weak dont talk about the weeks

HOOK 2 [ISIAAH]
Get off my ass boy that shit ain't fuego (x8)

VERSE 4 [FAT B]
I ain’t joking, i’m in it to win it, fuck your gimmicks up
A fat boy that’ll make you clap boy
All these fuckin rap boys I slap boy
Take a fuckin nap boy, before you wake up and remember that you’re wack boy

Forget narcotics, my rap’s more dope
If you aim for the stars, i’ll break your scope

They see me they leave
Lately they hate me
They be jealous i got more bread than a bakery

OUTRO HOOK [ISIAAH]
Get off my ass boy that shit ain't fuego (x8)