Zac:
Never depended on a shorty for a single thing
Went and got my own bag so I can make it rain
Remember when I was dead broke, I ain’t even have change
Now we out here getting new money via foreign exchange
Cutting to the chase, the feds don’t want us in cages
They just want n***as dead or working for minimum wage
How can you hate us when y’all crackers the ones enslaved us?
What you lеft with when you have no Glock, baton or taser?
Evеn the odds out, they’ll never be in your favor
Let’s get political, signing the petitions and waivers
Justice need to be served for all those whom it deserved
When you’re dying handcuffed face to the ground next to a curb, word!

Tay:
Cut to the chase n***a, I’ll say it your face n***a
(God damn tay, it’s like that now bruh)
Hell yeah, I go dum crazy
You know Zac & Tay we in this bitch
Deep in a hole you go, I’ll throw ya fuck ass in a ditch
N***as soft like cotton, stop frontin’ you ain’t tough
You looking for us? GPS the addy homie you can pull up
Tighten up & clear the air before I gas this bitch out
I ain’t promoting No N***a, ask ya hoe for a shout out
You ain't getting money, naw I can’t fuck with ya
You a bitch n***a, PMS, you should paint ya toes red n***a
I can see the top is lonely, there’s only room for one
I’m the last man standing, competition, I don’t see none