(Verse 1: Cayman Robertson)

Yeah you already know you like this
Beat once a popcorn
Cause you need to take a seat
You dream to be at the very top
But you about to really, flop
Spits bars like I’m taking pics on snapchat
Lookin at me like I got that new backpack
After these bars you’ll be crawling up the sewers
You look at your recent vid, you got no viewers
Back stabbing me like stop all these rumors
Taking to all these girls but you got no humor



(Verse 2: Austin Brinckerhoff)

Hello fam, whatchu gonna do, shout out me?
Imma chop you up like a tree
Don’t even come at me
Copping that gears
Merch link god church
You were hated since birth
The old Matthew won’t ever be top
If your going to the hood, you’re gonna get dropped
This last part ain’t for me, I’ll pass it over to T in the beanie
He’s got the most fire bars of the season