[Verse: Jupiter$ Tyrade]
Trap got a motherfucka' really out the mud though
Sippin' on styrofoam staring at the gun, no
Gonna make it rain pronto, gonna need a poncho
Umbrella forever, now I'm the head honcho
Rolling up blueberry fronto
Sippin' on cognac look like i'm Franso
Two shots at yo' dome
Red dot on yo' nose
Look like a bozo

Bonnie & Clyde on my side like go
See you selling you ready your pole
Upping the iron, upping the chrome
B-Bet that I'm firing
Right at yo' dome (Boom, boom, boom)

Pretty could be away
No I won't make her mine
I told her to wait in line
I'ma just take this line

(Yeah!)
My dick too big
I roll with the strap in section by my ribs
Big nice skin like money pays
My bitch find me with another bitch
I spend a check on my other wrist
Blood flows, ice fangs through my arteries
Never mind me when I pour that triss
Pop a pill feel like I'm Optimus (Wait!)
Pop a pill, you know I'm feeling great
S-Sippin' on syrup, sippin' on paint
I been sippin' on purple, not talking 'bout grape
I got into the circle, elite with the rank
You know I be lurking, I be at the bank
Money gon' get in the way
You should be dead anyway
What'll he say?
When I pop outta the grave

Know what I be on
Ceiling be on
Man fuck all the peons
Celine Dion
Y'all be online
I be on beats
I be on drank (Ahaha)
I be too clean
I be too paid
I be too mean
I be with the gang
I was serving them white get it out to the fray
I was lured in the fight, I was lured in the bait

[Verse: Faceless 1-7]
(Yuh...ayy)
(Yeah...ayy)
(My piece still on fire)
(Nothing, that's on gang)
Drop a K off my shit
Choppa sit, let it spit
You ain't safe, the opposite
I ain't taking hostages
All my profits providence
Your god gon' soon acknowledge it
Triple up my numbers getting numb right to the side of me

But you gotta see I got the US on the West
Fuck my time ain't nobody, but diamonds dancing on my chest
I don't see why they don't care, fuck OCD ain't need my breath
My old homies they once put they fate on cut they fatal steps

I got the recipe
Everything ahead of me
Called up my bitch give me brain like she Kennedy
Still I be working go bitch now don't message me
White out my number like don't be obsessed with me
Flexing me out cause you ain't with the brother shit
Drop my name will get you out the gutter
I been on pace know snakes still run up
I been on shit, no clique, no other

I need the cashapp when the racks due
Don't give a shit if it's past you
Get a glass house for my last true
Me and my girl take the parbleu
To my sudden whites, no snowy nights
Cold cabin lights with the mass loose
I ain't gotta die over bloody fights
I got more to dice than the last do
Rip those fangs lowkey
You got that smoke it's all on me
Switching my focus, switching my key
Running those ropes and running my feast
Calming those slopes but really don't ski
I let it soak cause she love when I tease
I get it rope and I fucked up my soul and that noose gon' throw on my throat and I told 'em don't bleed (yeah)

[Outro: Faceless 1-7]
(...Bitch don't raise up...bitch don't gaze up...)

Bitch, don't raise up from your tomb
Bitch, don't gaze upon my moon
Killed your kin I kill you soon
Fuck my nights of white blood pools
I'm a dire from my dues
Cut so violent hunt in twos
Lovely riot, start the fire, whats inside of all my food?