[Verse 1: Dom]
Flipping tracks like a fresh batch of beef patties
In the back of the U Haul like "Stu's your daddy"
Cooking so good, can't nobody be anorexic
My mixtape fire but your oven is electric
Making moves from the US, UK to Havurah
Logistics wanting beef, I say only if it's stroganoff
If you can't take the heat, get out cos shit's popping off
Cos every day, I make bitches say Halibab
Up in the kitchen, we spitting like we invincible
Bitches stay wet like they spent all day in the kiddie pool
Got rosh in the pool, drown in pussy, no lifeguard
I just stole your bitch, and I ain't even try hard
The Stern, yo, with Sterno, like the room's filled with napalm
Mixtape on fire, we even hotter than Hot Tom
Tattoos temporary, but the swag is never rubbing off
Cos every day, I make bitches say Halibab

[Verse 2: Dan G]
They call me the crowbar, I stay splitting legs
Flow so smooth, that shit is like liquid eggs
Bitch gave me head, like it was some great advice
After I'm done gave that bitch babybwipes
Girl finna fuck, she ask how long it take
I say "well... I'm on a 5 hour break"
If you ain't finna shmang, Imma settle for a blowjob
Everyday the bitches say Halibab
Message from BAE
Could use some TLC
A little THC
Initials DLG
My dick is BIG
She heard swag on my D
She tried to S M D
Couldn't pass the T I P
Blowin up like TNT
Viral like HIV
Beggin for this EMT
You'll want to replay me
Download this kitchen beat
We out here spittin heat
You are an SLOB, slob
Your bitch say halibab

[Verse 3: Dom and Dan G]
Rap game Dr Seuss, THC will incinerate
Life like Sam I Am cause you can bet I reciprocate
We the real deal, we ain't some imitation bacon
Cool like Eitan, nothing but boxers and an apron
Everybody Instagram our food, don't need a caption
But everything you make gets straight thrown in the trash bin
Get ready for action, we only just turned the oven on
Cause we bring the fire that make the bitches say Halibab
If you don't get to know us that's your loss
We making girls wet like plates fresh out the wash
Up in the kitchen can't nobody mess with me
We ain't the kind of tsevet that you want as an enemy
Cause it don't matter what it says on the label
Trust us when we tell you that ain't cream cheese on your bagel
Trust us when we tell you that ain't ranch on your salad, bruh
That's the leftovers from when yo bitch said Halibab