[Intro: Indiffxrxnt & (Tryl)]
Aye bro, what should we call this?
(Uh, this song should be called 'No Go Zone')
No go zone?
(Yeah like, it got like a no flow, y'know?)

[Verse 1: Tryl]
Truly with the drug shit, no question
Popping pills with your bitch, pussy concession
Gonna fuck her in the old whip hope you learned your lesson
It’s good thing I’m not at school bitch class is outta session
It’s the weekend getting fucked up for the evening
Need me, pour another cup we ain’t leaving
Leave me, like that last bitch when she grieving
Crying bout me now but it’s too late bitch you're dreaming
Hit or miss, this bitch just sucked my dick huh
You got a girlfriend but she just kissed my neck bruh
And she gon' choke up on my cock and she won’t miss ya
She swallow everything cause spitters are for quitta’s shit
Take a hit yeah I’m faded off a candy bar
I’m talking drug candy hands up in the cookie jar
Want what I want I’m get when I get it
If you’re a bad bitch come on over stay here a minute yeah

[Verse 2: Indiffxrxnt]
Holy fuck did we drop a classic?
When it comes flow you know I'm the fattest
I got some weed and I'm tripping on acid
Y'all bitches fake, faker than plastic
Zoom in the whip, fast like a rabbit
I lost control, you know I done crashed it
Burning shit down, down to the ashes
I'm dying lit, put me in a casket bitch
[Verse 3: Giga & (Tryl)]
I'm dripping up this smoke in my lungs
I am higher than Icarus flying into the sun
And there is no one, there is no one to come, now I'm the gun
I'm-ma stare at you, I'm-ma stare at you, are you scared bitch?
I'm letting go
[?] around me bitch, drip-pity drip drip drip yeah
Watch me fly, you should catch my tip yeah
Drip-pity drip drip drip, watch these bitches move as I make em' slip yeah
How many different times I gotta tell ya
I'm killing shit like Bowser, named Giga five
Burn up your face like a trigger bitch I'm light as a feather
Bitch I [?] and glare, yeah
Motherfucking glitter trash has never looked so easy to throw down
Wearing silver, yeah this is bigger than the both of us
There is no room, for the two of us
It's Lil Nols, on the beat bitch
It's (whoa what'd you say?) fucking respect

[Interlude: Lil Nols]
Lil Nols
Aye uh, can you turn my mic up?
Aye thanks, I'm worth like 25 mill
We worth 30 mill next year, yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Lil Nols]
Bitching on my cellphone, bitch has gotta go home
Why you yelling at me? Lil Nols the best hoe
They ain't like my rap flow loaded in my bathrobe
Would have fucked this [CENSORED] if not for 'Cotton Eyed Joe'
Got a chain- gold, got a plane- flown
Got a bitch- toe, got a kid- no
Got a big boat, got a sick flow
Yeah it’s Lil Nols, in the Lambo
Skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt
Skirting on these haters hating see ya later
Switch my fucking flow up alligator, yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna come and fuck with me
They rocking with the odyssey the Hennessy
I’m sipping lean got me on a murder spree
I’m murdering these beats cause they ain’t fucking heard of me
Fucking with the heat gon’ blast charged battery
So why the fuck you mad at me
Lil Nols is the best no topping me
Oh wait, apparently
All these haters ain’t never even heard of me