[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Holy holy holy our father
Don't fuck around woke a demon
Pulled up that car shit
Like oh boy should have seen him
Whole clicc get funerals for the low Its that season
Ain't nobody really need em'
Swear to god we gonna bleed em'
Kill shit by instinct
Bye bye bye no Nsync
Ain't a boy band
But I'm making bands with my boys
We don't listen no fucc boy get a 16
No ho's get no cheddar
Well you know I know my shit
Don't you know I know better
[Verse 2: Ouija]
Damn it Ouija why you swaggin’
Holy have em’ by they (?)
Point a (?) body
(?)
Somebody gonna fucc around and get chopped up in that cabin Somebody gonna fucc around and (?) with Jimmy Fallon
I’m a really get to ducking
Murder Murder young (?)
Who robbed my lettuce
Smoke a pacc of that purple (?)
Uh oh Momma I’m savage
Choir and Ouija them many murderers
Wicked OG’s with us
Fucc around we gonna close ya coffin up
(?)
(they never loved me but I bet they love me now)
I’m in the cut fliccin' the blunt giving a fucc what they want-aant (when we was nothing man they never was around)
Fliccin em off giving no fucc, Give me the drugs, Give me the mu-uud
(we was nothing man we really from the ground)
Ay my boy A
(?)
(fucc around go fucc around I dare yo ass to fucc around)