[Verse 1 - 2hollis]
Are you serious?
Me and my counts, we furious
Bro your shit is so trash, that's on period
I ain't fucking hearing it
Okay, jump on the jet and I'm clearing it
Play that bitch like it's a clarinet
My bitch, drag her like a cigarette
All my bitches they soviet
OSX, we so stacked
Everybody so fake, they ass
Money stuffed in my pockets, I don't give a fuck, fuck yo bag
Fuck designer shit, shit is expensive for no reason
Other shoes they fucked up, Margielas on, I'm gonna crease them

[Verse - Circleain]
Uh, yeah fuck thеse bitches, I cannot fuck with thesе hoes
Fuck the scene too, that shit wack
I just been smoking out the motherfucking pack
Yeah, tic tac toe, XX, XO
That bitch just be off the XO
Stomping on they fucking necks, hoe
They can't take no fucking breath, bro
Jump off the beat, and I jump on my back
I pull in there and I'm smoking a fag
Popping off, I need my motherfucking bag
Lace the damn weed if you wan' talk like that
Need a scene, my shaman aced up, that shit got me fucked up
I'm with Hollis right now, we the shit they wanna be, yeah