[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Yo, Luca, where you at? (Chyeah)

[Verse 1: des!]
I'm feelin’ like Lancey, hopped in the studio, bitch, I just did it again
Serial killer on Wock', I just put the OJ gloves on my hands
Ran off with your bitch, not givin' her back, if I do, then she come back a ten
How could I ever be lackin’? I ride with the chopper when I'm in the Benz
Rated R for revenge, I dare you to pull up and see what it is
I'm makin' bread in my sleep, I just put the racks in the Bvlgari bag
Bitch, that's the Bvlgari bread, Gualtier swag on the tag
N***as be worried 'bout this, n***as be worred 'bout that
I'm only concernеd with the carats, so fuck all that other shit, wherе is the check?
Where is the check? Yeah, I’m changin’ the check
N***as ain't chattin’ to des, n***as ain't realer than this
I'm as the real as they come, my shooter just clapped at a n***a for fun
Better talk that shit with your chest, better talk nice or, bitch, you dead

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
I know you ain't talkin’ to me, 'cause I don't talk for free
I darken the lens, I see it, she fuckin' her friend for me
In London, I'm parkin' the SRT
Can't function, I'm countin' these racks, I'm geeked
Greatness come with a capital G
Greatness come with a capital G
Backend, yeah, I got sicker than sick
Back man, yeah, I'm givin' this shit to my kids
Me and Cadell can't let shit slide
Me and your girl got serious ties
Twisted, I go sick in my mind
Misfit, come through, different designs
Talkin', talkin', talk is cheap
I would hate me too if I was at home tweetin'
All of them dead, so who am I beefin'?
All of them dead, so who am I beefin'?
I'm on a star boy ting like every weekend
Dippin' your toe in the water, but you can't go to the deep end
Psyketeam, Jah$tar, Psyketeam, [?]
Psyketeam, Jay Trench, Psyketeam, yeah
Psyketeam, Sliksyd, Psyketeam, yeah
Psyketeam 'til I D-I-E, yeah