[Intro: Ghais Guevara]
Ayo, you n***as don't even look good
You don't smell good, you don't wear good clothes
You don't put shit together, where's the palates, n***a?
There's no taste, we in the bag, man
It's Goyard, number one, man, cheers, n***a
It's [?], you stupid?
Know what the fuck goin' on, yeah, check

[Verse 1: Ghais Guevara]
Snakeskin bag like opps, lookin' like a lick in the mosque
How it feel to be on top? Oh
Eyes on me when I shop, think it's got to be the dreadlocks
Bankroll make 'em gimme props, oh
Put you on game, Aesop, I been gettin' threats on my name
N***as thinkin' that I went pop, oh
Green text, I been on the block, reflex, reachin' for the Glock
Brodie got to chill, let it rock
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock)
Jared Leto off this liquor, bae, I don't know how to act
Got a material girl on hold, shit look like l'm Haitian Jack
Feel her heart's ionic charge, I'm bracin' for the climax
She want two rounds every night, we run through Trojans, Ajax
All them records n***as sold, you don't see 'em givin' back
N***as doxxin' on the low, they gon' run you for your plaques
Lil' man could've been a martyr, but instead he a pack
[Chorus: Ghais Guevara]
Two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango
So obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango
I hold juice, mean I dictate where he can't go
They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh
Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh
They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh
Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh

[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]
Heard they in my zone, told 'em they can't do that
I could push the button and be bombin' they bivouac
She Schiaparelli at the function wit' the chrome back
I became a brute inside them trenches, had to own that
Fah, fah, fah, fah
Why they tryin' to tell me what I'm not, not, not, not?
Livin' in the image of a mugshot, mugshot
215 get tragic when it's hot, hot, hot, hot
Every bullet passin' within earshot, earshot, ayy

[Chorus: Ghais Guevara]
Two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango
So obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango
I hold juice, mean I dictate where he can't go
They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh
Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh
They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh
Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh
[Verse 3: FARO]
Re-up on Perkys, I need those, huh
I got a ounce in my peacoat, huh
You better not fuck wit' my 'migos, huh
They slide on you just for a kilo, huh
Rest in peace, Aunty and Jiddo
Fifty-round drum, n***a, I don't reload
N***as talk shit, but they know that they weak though, huh
FARO just put in the cheat code, huh
Crossover, I do it like DEVO
Stupid n***as, we mobbin' contigo, move it
N***a keep talkin' 'bout beams, shoot it
N***a keep sayin' I'm weak, better prove it
Come to Miami wit' heat, better cool it
N***as think they the truth, but I need my payment
Goku, Gohan, what are you sayin'?
Off two X in the club, I'm ravin'
Fuck n***a, look at the road that I'm pavin'
352 to the top in the makin'
Not wit' the cops, boy, I'm not wit' the bacon
Hit from the front, got a bad bitch shakin'
Bottle of pop, makin' drop wit' the Quagen
Kick it in Canada, Jonathan David, I had to stack it up
I don't think that these fuck n***as mad enough
These n***as be talkin', these n***as be chattin'
Like n***as won't get at you, dummy
We not homies, we ain't friendly
We not kin, n***a, we not buddies
They be like, "FARO be lurkin'", like, "FARO be quiet"
No, FARO be stackin' his money, 'cause, trust me
If shit was a problem, you n***as would know it
And all of this shit would get bloody
[Outro]
Gha'is, it's more way from now on, baby
Good life, man, cheers
Goyard