Verse 1: T
Uh, stay at the door
Uh, your cousin is a motherfuckin whore
Uh, we put you in the morgue, yeah
Uh, tryna get out but we put you to the floor
Verse 2: Lil Cerein
Yuh, where your bitches at uh
Yuh, where your riches at
Where your inches at
Leave your ass is flat
[?]
I be smokin gas
You ain't likin that
The boys from Trinidad
She left you flat again
Bitch you got no friends
Bibbas in Mexico
That's where we all go
Hook: Kid Reece
We see they mad now
Boutta blow some cash now
Had to get to the crack house
They want to have us back now
Verse 3: Yung Matthias
Y'all ain't expecting me to be back
Yung Matthias on the track
I got the biggest ballsack
Fuck him he's wack
You know I keep a Mac 11
Girls pull up I'm 4 foot 7
Words boutta get check alt F7
Cerwin got me here
I ain't got no fear
I'm high up in the
Atmosphere
Stratosphere
Magnosphere
Pass a beer
I hate queers
Just a joke
Just like you
Roasted so hard you don't know what to do
Ain't kicked off this time
Got the rhyme
Killed so hard it's a crime
I'll be famous in a few bars
So fresh, flow's so new with the crew
You're so lame but we already knew
Verse: T
Uh, stay at the door
Uh, your cousin is a motherfuckin whore
Uh, we put you in the morgue, yeah
Uh, tryna get out but we put you to the floor
Hook: Kid Reece
We see they mad now
Boutta blow some cash now
Had to get to the crack house
They want to have us back now
Verse 4: Big Bibba
Look at this fool
You think you're so cool
Playing video games everyday like
"Wow you're cool!"
Hit the Juul one time, must be cool
Now he's gotta think
Wait where's my dudes, oh wait
He got no dudes
Who wants to hang out with this fucking fool
Bro stay inside all day, look at you
You should be in the zoo
My bad, you should be walking around saying fucking [?] now
Ya aye
Hold up, take a chill pill
This dude acting got some bills damn bro
I feel bad for you
Is there any way I can turn your frown upside down
NO
Or maybe even turn your life around, nah
Alright here we go now pass it
Verse: T
Uh, stay at the door
Uh, your cousin is a motherfuckin whore
Uh, we put you in the morgue, yeah
Uh, tryna get out but we put you to the floor
Hook: Kid Reece
We see they mad now
Boutta blow some cash now
Had to get to the crack house
They want to have us back now
