[Verse 1: Armani]
We put it on in the middle of the day
You gotta get out the way
Soon as I step in that bitch I'ma rage
We got the Drac', it gon' eat up your brain
Nah, I can't kick it with a n***a that lame
I got the power, I feel like I'm Pain
Maison Margiela, I'm steppin' in pink
Then I hop out the Batcave just like I'm Bane
I do what I want so I do what they can't
[?]
They don't like how I live and they tell me to pray
I walk in the stage and I jump out the place
Rick Owen' jacket is stuffed with some cake
They can't see that I'm geeked through these Doublе C shades
I might get me somе diamonds all over the frame
I'ma buy all the pints 'fore I get me a chain
Look at the sky, I'm talkin' to my people
Demons gon' push up on you 'cause they evil
I don't know what you heard but we're not equal
Spin around two times like a sequel
Shit that I'm sippin' on is illegal
New sight, I'm like "K, I can see you"
We put it on in the middle of the day
You gotta get out the way
Soon as I step in that bitch I'ma rage
We got the Drac', it gon' eat up your brain
Nah, I can't kick it with a n***a that lame
I got the power, I feel like I'm Pain
Maison Margiela, I'm steppin' in pink
Then I hop out the Batcave just like I'm Bane
I do what I want so I do what they can't
[?]
They don't like how I live and they tell me to pray
I walk in the stage and I jump out the place
Rick Owen' jacket is stuffed with some cake
They can't see that I'm geeked through these Double C shades
I might get me some diamonds all over the frame
I'ma buy all the pints 'fore I get me a chain
Look at the sky, I'm talkin' to my people
Demons gon' push up on you 'cause they evil
I don't know what you heard but we're not equal
Spin around two times like a sequel
Shit that I'm sippin' on is illegal
New sight, I'm like "K, I can see you"
Yeah, yeah
Woo, woo
[Verse 2: Dom Corleo]
Rock out, rock out
Xed up, mask on, i feel like Bane
Rockin' my notes like I'm Kurt Cobain
Rock in this bitch, got it insane
Turned to a stick party in the place
I got a smart hoe givin' brain
Put on that [?] with the chain
[?] she like my rings
Bitch, I was sippin', remind me your name
Codeine, am I good?
I ain't finna fuck, no hitter
All-star clothes, all-star dripper
I'm a real muhfuckin' drank sipper
All on my phone, go get your hoe back
I'm sendin that bitch where the door's at
He sendin' them shots, I ain't know that
Ain't wanna leave him with a toe tag

[Verse 3: Armani & Dom Corleo]
200 racks and we havin' like two bags
Push up on you in a Hellcat
Rock out, we really do that
Bringin them sticks out, where them tools at?
We take the top off, where the roof at?
[?]
We put a pole on that boy like a stripper
Way too busy, I'm pourin the codeine in the back of the UFO, can't take a picture
We finna put that lil' boy on a stretcher
Walk in this bitch too tight, go stretch 'em
.45 bullets gon' teach him a lesson
That's a lesson that he gotta learn
Play with them big dogs, you get served
I done told you don't get on my nerves
Kick that bitch out if she get on my nerves
I'm [?] him out, I kill me a nerd
I tried to tell him don't come on my turf
Already told you we not from the earth
Sendin' him up, now he lookin' at earth, yeah
I put that boy on a shirt, yeah
Then we go shoot up the church
If she do what I want I might get her a purse
They tryna ride on the wave but I surf