[Intro]
Leshy!
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye

[Hook: nAvvvi]
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye

[Verse 1: nAvvvi]
I don't wanna just stalk on ya Uber
Fingers be itchin when I just end up as your Future
End up in the middle of a bar and a food truck
Suck a dickie for a bag and a quick buck
It's 2 close you break bag for Royal Treatment
Then pick up on a apple in the Iris when the bass caught tweakin
Watch your muscles, means you weaken
Then attack a homie when the means are beaten
Mistreatin baby is grievin
Just seamen caught in a fucking heathen
He's breathin and teethin
One in the temple he's leader of foe
Listen to Ringe-y he spamming the "moe"
Waiting for Moogles to fuck off and grow
Never my stopper I tell em all go
[Hook: nAvvvi and BLCKK]
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye (YUH, YUH, YUH)
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye

[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Fuck a dogfight (YUH)
I'm leashing rappers up (YUH)
I watch 'em fight for attention I wish you faggots luck (WHAT)
I don't blame you for hatin' me I'm a piece of shit
They really think I'ma give it up
Oh yeah, you fucking wish (YUH YUH YUH)
Stick a plastic explosive inside your backpack (BACK BACK)
Actin' nervous you pussy I sit you on my lap (ON MY LAP)
This the way it's supposed to be don't you question it (DON'T YOU QUESTION IT)
I got limited patience this shit was meant to be

[Hook: nAvvvi]
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye
Making em sit strait, yuh, aye
Mental state inmate, yuh, aye
You ain't got no plate, yuh, aye
Hip hop undertake, yuh, aye
[Verse 3: Papa Sleep]
Got ice in the chest
X mark the spot with a red dot
Glock pop make the feds watch
I blow his top off put him deep in the ground with the bedrock
Never heard a sound but my head nod
Sleep creep where they dare not
Access denied to my quadrant
Plebeians watch and just want it
But all you want is for me to be honest
Now I think I had it
Clean up aisle triple six find a use for the baggage
Dumb fucks think they next up but they lost in the map to the passage
You thinking that you growing
Pockets sinking after buying opens
Frying out in the open
Champion coffin
I fancy to kill you off often
Stuck in that 9-5 package for widows
Dead on sight KD like 5:0
Leave my kitchen sterile
You bitches only care about apparel
Card declined on your clout
You need your parents permission to sign online
Dead on sight give you the beating of a lifetime when you sign up
No such thing as pressure when all lesser to us