[INTRO]
Sknow:
Yo Huskii lad, have a cone
Huskii:
Pack us up then

[Verse 1: Sknow]
Oi Big mix, Big ticks
I be stepping outside with a big shiv
(Rambo)

Big bricks, Big sticks
She only want me on snap for a dick pic
Lick this, titty thick bitch
I had to do it for the quick fix

But i really ain’t with this
I kick flips and rip cones, Like thick chicks and slim fits

[Verse 2: Huskii]
Sleep with a knife
Demons inside me don't let me rest
I just creep through the night

Peaking insight
People don't like my new tracks
I feel like I need to be Silent

Keep being violent towards myself
I'm destructive I fuck with the people I like

Fiends on my line
4am, I need sleep
But I'd rather be eating tonight

Seem to be fine, but I'm not
Like I'm gonna get got
When I drop off the P's in my ride

Keep on my grind, keep it inside
Sknow don't know shit, homie. Neither do I (no comment)
Stack cash, still snapping beepers at Myers

Fuck rap, I'd rather make G's off the white
Most of these rappers, they seem to be liars
Red lights, keep spilling deets on their lines

Probably the ones with the d's on their line
Sheep's on the mic, keep it discreet
The OG's can see ya IG when ya live

Come try find where we keep all the ice
4 days in The trap, then we leavin i for life
4 ways in the pack, then we leaving it cashed...

[Verse 3: Sknow]
(Huskies: Oi sknow spit another verse, i gotta go see old mate he’s here now.)
(Sknow: Bro alright, i’ll spit something bro, i got some shit bro.)

I’m a misfit, kickin on the hit list, (?)

Risk it all for christmas
Listening to the pictures
Whispers in the distance

All they spit about is fiction
They too busy playing the victim

Ima make them hate how i’m living
Gotta weight it in the kitchen
Break it down on a plate
Then my whales do the flippin
Yea my whales do the lifting

If it ain’t about cash then i ain’t gonna listen
(No way)
If it ain’t about cash then i ain’t gonna listen