[Intro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bosley (Yeah)
Chopper squad bustin' (Yeah), bustin' (Bust)
Bustin' (Bust)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
N***as be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These n***as is all shitty (Hahahaha)
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, hahahaha)
Flush (Haha), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Ayy)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Welcome to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (Huh)
Close that door, you can't get in, let shit down 'bout my brothers (Huh)
MAC-11s and FNs, bitch, you know I keep a cutter (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I seen some deadly sins, boy, you with me, instant jealous
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Flush (Okay)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Let me talk to 'em)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Hahaha)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Yeah, I mean, look at these bum-ass n***as, dawg, shittin' me, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Okay, yeah)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Okay, ayy)
N***as be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These n***as is all shitty (Hahaha)
Flush (Flush), flush (Pussy)
Flush (Flush), flush (Flush, pussy)
Flush (Flush), flush (Yeah)
Flush, flush (Okay)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (Okay)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ugh, hahaha)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm like, stop, crush, four leaf, lucky
Now he in a shit bag, soda, I don't crush (Yeah)
Break him like a Kit-Kat, Chris, how I be tuckin'
Clutch, clutch, clutch, clinch
With a shovel, I came out the muddy
Like you made for a crash, you a dummy
You be built like a nose, you be runny
Money flow like constipated tummy
How I feel? N***as, they be bummy
Like croissant, n***as, they be crumby
Like a crash, n***as, they be dummy
Kevin Hart, n***as, they be funny
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yeah, ayy, hahahahaha, yeah
Flush, flush (Um), flush, flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Flush), flush, flush (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been stuntin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
N***as be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These n***as is all shitty (Hahahaha)
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, hahaha)
Flush (Haha), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Ayy)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

[Outro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Welcome to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (God, yeah)