[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
B-B-B-bitch, I'm gonna make another motherfuckin' milli'
I really be goin' silly, these rappers will pop they pillies
I'm feelin' like I'ma kill it, I'm feelin' like I'm a villain
I'ma be that motherfucker til' they get to blood spillin'
Yeah, uh, get out my way son
Clique roll deep, anybody wanna say some'
Say some, tell that boy, play some
Oh that shit burns
Motherfucker gettin' popped with a raygun
Yeah, uh, get my bag
Bitch, I'ma get my bag, and that's a hundred flat
If you gon' try to chat, bitch, I don't wanna chat
And I'ma take that cash, we let that choppa blast
Bitch, uh, I'm with my brothers
My brothers, my soldiers, my soldiers, my fleet
Levelin' up, bitch, I'm levеlin' up
Ain't nobody gon' stop me, go 'head take a sеat
Ten men deep, watch a motherfucker creep
You a friend of the enemy, I'ma put 'em six-feet
Bitch, I'm steepin' so readily, now I got sore feet
I been better than ever, I leave 'em dead OD
Okay, yeah, young motherfucker get buck, no fucks to give
It ain't luck, lil' bitch
Think I'm stuck with this
I'm never making it back to that day job, fuck that shit (Fuck that shit)
[Interlude: SXMPRA]
You know what the fuck is going on, bitch
Comin' straight out the motherfuckin' Southern Hemisphere
Can I get a round of applause for Lil Darkie, ladies and gentlemen?

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, motherfucker wanna act real tough
Give a fuck, 'bout a pussy n***a, do him like duff (Brrt)
End up in the can for a stick in his hand
Like a bush, roll him up, smoke him down like puff
Getting real buff, like I body build
We don't really give a single fuck about how you feel, bitch
Never gettin' full, I want another meal
All my n***as eat, we obese, I don't wanna deal, bitch
They love it when it rap, they gonna run the shit back
I be runnin' track on 'em like Usain Bolt, bitch
We be getting rich, makin' tracks in the backyard
While you havin' fights with the same ol' bitch?
Down bad, wishin' you could do this shit
I'm a bullet, how a n***a goin' through this shit
Breakin' two of yo' ribs
Light 'em on fire like a Buddhist when I'm rappin'
I ain't new to this shit
Been a few years I been spittin', I'ma rip it up
I cannot fuck with a bitch if she ain't thick enough
Coming with the venom, when I'm talkin' about enemies, not a friend to me
And nothing that you sayin' offending me
I got the weed bag from the rappers' weak asses
Rollin' up a blunt and I turn 'em into ashes
Know you wanna hit, but we just can't pass it
And we doin' it so quick, bitch, I think you need glasses
[Interlude 2: Lil Darkie]
Ahahaha, bitch, you know what the fuck going on
This that NZ to the LBC shit

[Verse 3: Savage Ga$p]
Okay, I'm back again
Rat-tat-tat-tat I'm tappin' in
Don't get too attached to that
You're crashin' out, I'll smash her then
This shit not on accident
I'm up like an asterisk
I bought all my masters back
I'm signed to me
My monthly check yo' last advance
Acne Paris Fashion week
I brought all my ratchet friends
I just bought yo' bitch Chanel
She back in her bag again
Witchouse 40k with me
Told him to tuck his napkin in
Said he new to fancy shit
But blasting what he mastered in
Accidentally spilled drink on my Ricks, I splashed the drip
Crashed the whip, just like their career
This shit too trashed to fix
Pacifist or antagonist, they just adjectives
Gaspare is on his rappin' shit
I just had to get back to what I do better than you
That's why I'll answer this (This, this, this, this, this)
That's why I'll answer this
Copycats be falling off
Damn, that shit is sad to see
Why he not in Haunted House?
Probably 'cause he trash to me
He not fucking with my dog?
Guess that boy my enemy
And an enemy of my enemy is my friend
I tell 'em tap in wit' me, okay (Bah)