[Intro - Yung Nugget]
Man, I'll tell ya
I'm gettin' a little sick of all this mumble rap nonsense nowadays
I think it's about time we brought some real music back
So I'll gather some of the best lyricists in the world and we're gonna... we're gonna show ya how it's done

[Verse 1 - Yung Nugget]
Ayy, lyrical genius, you know I'm the cleanest
I'm up in her mouth like a dental hygienist
All of these bitches wan' suck on my weenus
'Cause I'm blowin' up like a fuckin' extremist
You say that your girl but she really a ho though
Just hit me up and she ask me for photos
Wait hol' up I think she meant pics of the homework
Now she won't be happy when she sees my boner
Hop in the whip, go for a trip
Pop three more tabs and I'm loosin' my grip
Don't sip no lean but I smoke on a spliff
And I'm chasin' that green like my name Pickle Rick
You think you got drip but that's more like the drizzle
I'm with ya girl I might suck on her nipple
After I'm done she blow me like a whistle
She give me good brain so I call her Ms. Frizzle
Wait, hol' up, switch up the flow
Bitch it's Yung Nugget you already know
All of these rappers be faker than actors
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm star of the show
Walk in the party these bitches gon' stare
If you don't like me then I don't really care
I be takin' dubs, you look like a scrub
I got hoes on they knees like they're about'a do prayer
[Bridge - Khalil]
Alright (Oh my god...)
I guess I'll do like, two lines (Rap! Make music, or something...)
Maybe three (Yes!)
Or four
Actually, (Let's go!) I'ma just drop a whole verse, bro, might as well
(Yeeeaaah!) Let's get it

[Verse 2 - Khalil]
Forget all the talkin', I'm just gonna bleed it
I'm witcho mama, we makin' a fetus
I got the drip and I'm not talkin' wet
Things got her so wet, I dip off in the jet ski
I'm on the run so come on try and arrest me
My name is not Johnny, so don't try and test me
Your girl is a preacher, I'm gon' let her bless me
My name is not Lil Pump that's just how I'm flexin'
Change up my life just like Megatron
Shout out Lil PieO, I'm gettin' my money on
I don't got kids but I'm ridin' with Cudi on
Ballin' so hard that I'm gettin' my Buddy on
Blowin' up quick and you tryna ignore it
I'm not packin' groceries, yo chick wanna store it
This track is my bully, I'm mad, lemme floor it
Yung Nugget and Bible, we take off no tourists
(Treetime)