[Intro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bosley
Yeah
Choppa squad bustin' (Yeah)
Bustin', bust, bustin', bust

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch, I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin' lil bitch, now my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
N***as be nervous, lyin' and shit, that's why I be givin' 'em fifty (Brr)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word, these n***as is all shitty (Haha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Flush 'em)
Flush, flush (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it, ayy)
We gon' take it on a chain, man, he know this shit ain't nothin' (Look [?])

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Walk up to the Devil's den, catch a homicide in public
Close that door, can't get in, 'less you dyin' by my brothers
MAC 11's and FN's, bitch you know I keep a cutter
And I seen some daily sins, boy you envy, instant jealous
[Bridge: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Flush (Okay), flush, flush, flush, flush (Let mе talk to 'em)
Flush, flush, flush, flush, flush (Hahaha, I mean look at thesе bum ass n***as, dawg)
Flush, flush, flush, yeah (Shit bad)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch, I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin' lil bitch, now my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Okay)
N***as be nervous, lyin' and shit, that's why I be givin' 'em fifty (Brr)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word, these n***as is all shitty (Haha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Flush 'em)
Flush, flush (Okay)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (Ooh)
We gon' take it on a chain, man, he know this shit ain't nothin'

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm like stop, crush
Four leaf, lucky
Now he in a shit bag, soda, I don't crush (Yeah)
Break 'em like a Kit Kat, Chris how I be tuckin'
Clutch, clutch, clutch, clench
Water choppa came out like muddy
Like he made for a crash, you a dummy
You be built like a nose, you be runny
Money flow like constipated tummy
How I feel? N***as, they be bummy
Like croissant, n***as they be crummy
Like a crash, n***as they be dummy
Kevin Hart, n***as they be funny
[Bridge: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yeah, ayy
Hahahaha, yeah
Flush, flush (Um), flush, flush (Flex)
Flush, flush (Flush), flush, flush (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch, I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin' lil bitch, now my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
N***as be nervous, lyin' and shit, that's why I be givin' 'em fifty (Brr)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word, these n***as is all shitty (Haha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Flush 'em)
Flush, flush (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it, ayy)
We gon' take it on a chain, man, he know this shit ain't nothin' (Look [?])

[Outro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
(Walk up to the Devil's den, catch a homicide in public)
(Yeah), Duh