[Producer Tag: koll]
​koll (koll)

[Verse 1: Jeesh, PE$O PETE, & Jeesh (Slopped)]
Yuh, yuh, we finna slide off in a tizz (Skrrt! SO WHAT)
My opps is some bitches, they made off of ribs
I'm quick off the hit, no Octane's Stim (Got it)
She gave me Jim, I ran it again
I start witcho fam' and end changin' clips
I ran wit' my set, you just ran wit' a bitch
Now you ran out of luck 'cause I'm up and you sick ('Cause I'm up and you sick)
And you duckin' the fifth, huh?
Talkin' a lot about nothin' 'cause you ain't doin' shit (Ain't doin' shit)
.4-.40 Colt clip, how I spit
I start a moshpit, but I might never mosh in the pit (Nah)
Branded wit' sticks, like mama spanked me
Ain't givin' you hankies, just stop bein' a bitch (Just stop bein' a bitch, main)

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE & Jeesh]
Yes, I outrank 'em
Strong-arm the plug with the work, Channing Tatum (Yuh!)
I send a shooter, he do Sony Vegas
We get it set in a pinch
Three gram vibe full of Grinch
Give 'em a mile, they takin' a inch, shit (Shit)
Bringin' back every hitter I sent (Damn)
Speak outcho cheek, you can talk to the hand
'Cause that pussy boy really feel bent (Bent)
Been around weed, but I don't fuck wit' a plant
Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant (Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant)
If we bustin' that fire, he gon' duck and scram
I got two bags 'cause I ran it again (I ran it again)
I promise, on prophet, he seein' the land (Yeah!)
He seeing the Lord, he seein' my fan
"Bah!", you know who I am
.45 my hip, get me out of a jam
[Verse 3: Jeesh & PE$O PETE]
.45, I click it, it kickin' his can (Damn)
Folks get him ducked fo' a gram (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I send that boy abroad (Zoom!)
We send him up to God
He was too pussy to buck the rod, huh? (God damn)
I had to duck the frauds
Some of them stay tryna dump my cards (Shit's crazy)
Give a fuck if you was my dog
Jits still tryna run some CoD (Jits still tryna run some CoD, why it sound like—)
Walkin' around with the swag' that they sought
I ain't talkin' Pandora, my swag' out the box
Fuck a Tesla, might go take a Track' off the lot (Skrrt!)
Rappers sus', I done swear y'all be jackin' a lot (Ew!)
And my jacket is Glo Gang, green camo' hoodie, the same color guap (Guap)
Mix the green with the purple, the same color za (Yuh)
Me and Jeesh get along 'cause we came from the block (Yuh, yuh)
954, 305, fuck around and get shot (Yuh, yuh)

[Verse 4: Jeesh & PE$O PETE]
Yuh, and that chop' sing like minstrel (Yuh, and that chop' sing like minstrel!)
Punch in that 'K, got a fistful (Grrah!)
Bih finna blow like a whistle (What?!)
Up in Palm Beach, we trap out the subs (Uh)
Off of the za, hit Publix for a sub' (Aye!)
He act like a penguin up in that club (Huh?)
I'm smokin' real za, this shit stank off a dub (Yes)
I let that bih fly and the sound finna rock out the limiter
I'm outside his crib walkin' 'round the perimeter
I rally him up, PE$O hit wit' a finisher (Hey, go)
Mink! Mink! Two hands, make him inhibited
I'm cuttin' the dividends, you didn't fitted him
My stones is glistenin', lookin' like Sigilyph (Aye!)
Bro', why in the fuck we so god damn ignorant? (Bro', why in the fuck we so god damn ignorant?)
Bro', what in the fuck? The destruction is imminent (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Hook: Jeesh, PE$O PETE, & Overlord (ZenityInc)]
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Uh, what?! What?! What?! What?! Tell me you not fuckin' wit' this shit)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?], huh?, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (I got [?], 305, they don't even wanna know what I'm about to—)
Drop, drop, drop, bitch ([?], yuh, [?], yuh, too much, uh, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, report, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?] not anymore, yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, answer me, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop— (Yuh, yuh, yuh, enough!)