[Intro Sample: Game of Death]
Clean money?
Oh yeah, yeah very crisp and very clean

[Intro: Mach-Hommy]
I'm sayin' I'm crazy tom- crazy tom cat, lonac
Miss with me parking lot..

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Yeah
Oh lord, oh lord
Issey Miyake silk
'89 Guess
U.S.S.R. bitty with body built
Baby .9 tec, Louvre caught Diggy with Cartier
Evian sweat, the legend raw diggy lipolysis numb
Crazy tom cat, lonac
Miss me with REM's, don’t make me all caps
We up on that Whitney and Bobby krill
So carry y'own bag
Rorschach
Busy with my ve-hicle, black be on black, on black
OG Bobby and trickle Don Lafontaine, Français
Hope the molly she sippin’ after on soir, Bonaire
Broke them Wally's waiting, we vagabond jet, slow down
Frozen bodies be swinging at the Oak Lounge, no bounds
Every 'Rari we chicken, crash, and roll out
No doubt (heh)

No doubt
My n***a no doubt
Scuffed the cinnamon Timbs that ass get hosed down, Motown
Fling 'em like fidget spinners when it go down

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Doin walk-bys holding compressors so it’s no sound, more rounds
Let this stinger ring just like it’s Motown, pronouns
Packing a big tre-eight for shogun showdowns, low down
Champion hoodie gremlins in this cold town, 4 pounds
So if you think it’s beef we want the whole cow, throw towels
Punch you out the ring my thoughts are pro brown, gold crown
Over the head of kings I got to know how, pro foul
Tryna stack enough bank that I can throw 'round, don’t lounge
I leave ya blood in the sink, n***as is so foul, so foul
DUMP GAWD muh'fuckah
Get that ass handed to you, nah I’m sayin?