[Intro]
Adam on the track

[Chorus: Kaazoe Mawntana]
We keep it blicked up
Bet you won't take none
I make her shake some
Me and Glok go crazy dumb
Turn it up when you hear this song
Got your bitch, she gon' fuck to my song
After this, don't call my phone
I need the cheese, provolone
If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on
Say you what? You lame, you wrong
We 'bout to blow, go boom
Y'all be my sons, go to your room
Told my boy, Glok, he a star
You gonna know who we are
Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far
You can try but we raisin' the bar

[Verse 1: GlokStar & Kaazoe Mawntana]
Yeah, bitch, we raisin' the bar
We got the dope in the car
Told my mama, "I'm a star"
I be really livin' large
I like my bitches concеited
Look in my eyes, I'm a dеmon
I ain't no addict, but
I do the drugs 'cause I need 'em (For real)
Tony Montana mentality
I body my verses, fatality
I manifested my reality
Mom and dad, I hope you proud of me
I've just been gettin' these bands
Tats on my hands, bitch, I'm the man
You gotta stick with the plan
(Yo, what's the plan?) Dodge Uncle Sam
Ayy, I got unlimited zippies
I smoke like a hippy, I smoke 'til I'm trippy
I'm gettin' the bag, yes, I'm busy
He mad 'cause his girl's chillin' with me
I'm livin' my life to the fullest
If you is not, then you foolish
Gucci condom 'cause I'm boujee
If you don't like it, then sue me, uh
[Chorus: Kaazoe Mawntana]
We keep it blicked up
Bet you won't take none
I make her shake some
Me and Glok go crazy dumb
Turn it up when you hear this song
Got your bitch, she gon' fuck to my song
After this, don't call my phone
I need the cheese, provolone
If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on
Say you what? You lame, you wrong
We 'bout to blow, go boom
Y'all be my sons, go to your room
Told my boy, Glok, he a star
You gonna know who we are
Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far
You can try but we raisin' the bar

[Verse 2: Caskey]
Tony Montana, I'm clutchin' my hammer
There's seven grams in the cigar
I went from my house to the plug's house
And I ain't even have to go far
Put down the bars and I'm raisin' the bar
Went out my way, someone stay in my car
Man, they talkin' that shit but I never regard
'cause they know where I stay, findin' me, yeah, they are
I put my address on the internet
I like the conflict 'cause we into that
All of the weak links, I got rid of that
If it's a problem, find out where you livin' at
Don't want them rottweilers in your front yard (Front yard)
That metal on me like it was a junkyard
I get 'em gone in sixty seconds
You gettin' hit up from which direction
Thought I was flyin' on Southwest
But the "SW" Smith & Wesson
Your best bet is to get to steppin'
'cause there ain't no protection with this aggression
And I need my money like the church
When I come 'round for this collection (Bitch)
[Chorus: Kaazoe Mawntana]
We keep it blicked up
Bet you won't take none
I make her shake some
Me and Glok go crazy dumb
Turn it up when you hear this song
Got your bitch, she gon' fuck to my song
After this, don't call my phone
I need the cheese, provolone
If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on
Say you what? You lame, you wrong
We 'bout to blow, go boom
Y'all be my sons, go to your room
Told my boy, Glok, he a star
You gonna know who we are
Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far
You can try but we raisin' the bar