[Verse 1: Mango The Only]
Edge up his face and mess up the place
Call up the masons then suffocate
Fuck up his faith and murder the cake
Wake out the booth of 300 degrees

Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around

I feel pressure coming at me
Like a monday, I feel
Lead up on my head like it’s
The first date, I feel
Like I’m at the club, say wassup to me
Chop it up like cutlery
I finesse a burglary
Nothing coming in between
Mango and the music I be
Aiming up no archery
Eat like I’m mufasa
And I fight like it’s wakanda
Pussy chocolate willy wonka
Make a project in the sauna
We be cookin till thе sun up
I be puffin on a ton of
Cali fuckin marijuana
Growin up I want no honda
Now I’m chasing all the commas
If it didn’t come with drama
Thеn I’d be the dalai lama
I need to shoutout all my partners

Call me bxshir, these kids
Don’t wan’t no problem
Shake wake me up
I be out there praising allah
N***as all in my shit
Choppy choppy they piranha
Choppy choppy beauty parlor
Copy copy go latina
Call me papi papi
New Bugatti industry gave
Me a brand new hobby

[Verse 2: Xelishurt]
Fucked a bitch yuh
Ima spend it on my wrist
May you get the jist huh
Made me mad you get me pissed
What the fuck is this huh
Hit way cannon like I’m trist huh
Yeah that lil bitch uh
Wanna fuck with my set
Yeah you see the sight huh
Watch me load up my tec
When I step up on the court
I’m taking aim like a vet yuh
If I hear you talkin, you get flu like a debt
Twenty twenty bitch I started grinding
Had to get this shit, shut the fuck up bitch
There ain’t no running let this pistol whip
I’m blowing up your town with music
Looking like a missile hit
Screamin like a kettle that boy stay up
On his wisdom shit, she said she cannot
Fuck you no more cus you got that pickle dick
Ima fuckin swing that blade
You know I let the sickle hit, bitch all on my dick
Yeah you know she love the tickle tick
I’m a demon in disguise, I should
Dress up like I’m fiddle sticks