[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
Uh, ain't change the number, still can't reach me
Only change I'm chasing 3G, channel changing like a TV, too remote to ever see me
Uber back and forth from work, I still got Were-Bear up on repeat
And the fans still in my mentions, over snippets I ain't released
Shao just dropped the ETA
Songs up in the back, I work with n***as I can't even say
Haters give me money off the songs that fans don't even play
Shawty hit my line, I got her wet before she see the waves, tryna be my Issa Rae
House out the city, the farthest from that
Might hit a lap round the yard in the back
Loving this cash, gave my heart to the rack
And the add is like Adam, a garden attached
I make money off rap, I'm a target for that
Get applause and a clap every bar that I snap
When you keep moving forward, it's hard to look back
And the last verse I dropped is too far in the past
I keep on double texting, she came with triple D's
I'm posting on the whip, so every pic's Initial D
And now they fucking with the vision, they ain't see initially
To hit the boof, I need the fee, I can not spit no shit for free

[Verse 2: Yayu]
Whistle while I whip the work
Eighty five on eighty five, we'll see who hit the limit first
01 when I hit the Earth, better 'fore it's getting worse
Catch a pussy Twitter lurking, turn him to a missing person, he gon' need some different merch
Kill a chicken, then we send 'em to churches
It's different, we send 'em in hearses
Inumaki, I be spitting in curses
God talkin' with the bushes I'm burnin'
Nodding off to your hooks and your verses
Draw and it's lookin' like curtains
You ain't no pimp, you a simp and a virgin
Young Yay tryna skimp on a purchase
Washed up, get 'em rinsed
Celibate king, I ain't leavin' any prints
You rappin', but I ain't convinced
Watch your six this summertime, call me Vince
Summertime, call me Toro, many arms, call me Goro
Them bullets kickin' like a Burro
We dust 'em up like a Churro
Put 'em underneath the borough
That's where I'm plannin' to leave him
Bitch can not handle no defense
You switchin' mans with the seasons
Think I'm tryna be a phase, you tweakin'
Geekin', I got bigger things I'm seekin'
Got a lot weighin' me down
You just tryna be a reason
That's an issue, I don't need it
Anger managed, grab a toy and I'm squeezin'
Me and my boys in a meetin'
Eagle on me, finna bow like a deacon
Smoke exotic, Puerto Rican
Mir sipping 'till he Spinnin' Like Mina
Fuck with him, we hit it screamin'
Wonder what caliber we boutta feed you
He bite the toy like he teethin', ay!