(Verse 1: Big Mike)
Look I'm half baked you can tell by my face
Fuck me in the car lemme nut in your space
I don't wanna have your kids so I might do the race
Got my boys by my side and you know we keep it straight
Me and my boy yeah you know we keep them k's
I don't want to hit your line but today might be the day
I will pull up on ya bitch wit lil. Kikko
Blasting out the roof with extendos
Not gonna make a ten toes
Used to sit alone playing Nintendo
Who the fuck you think I am, just another man
Used to play call of duty clans
Now i sit at home and count bands

(Verse 2: Danca)
Red dot Red dot uh Two shots Two shots
Uh One for my liver and one for the ops
Uh Pillow talking, nightmares, I'm the grim reaper new feature
Mike let Reptar out his bars like a zookeeper
Loose leaf redhead carpenter where the pen ends
The dentist. Your grill against my 5 finger appendage
Murder city ya heard of em yeah that boy is sickly
Heart broken, emotions smolder, my love is dipping
Crash the party table tipping your crib I'm flipping tippy top
I'm the king got you puppies nipping
Versus me you on acid be your ass is tripping

(Verse 3: Kikko)
Every time I’m in the studio gotta fuck a big booty hoe
Labels knocking on the door
Hit them with the 44
Hating bitches they be poor
Hit their face, mop the floor
Skirt off in the whip, it’s a motherfucking 2 door
I don’t give a fuck what all you bitches think about me
All this really is is a motherfucking hobby
Don’t try to talk shit or even try to write a diss
Because you’ll just get capped like a call of duty lobby
Got some bitches on my dick
Hit you with this 30 stick
If you pull up on my rich ass then I’ll just shoot you in your shit
My shots sound like a drum head
Your girl just gave me dumb head
All these hoes be causing problems
They’d be better off dead
Shoes cost a rack, skirt off the track, hit up lil shawty she let me nut up on her back
Fly out to LA, drop 20k, calling up your phone screaming
YOUR MOM GAY