[Verse 1 - Dupree]
Coming in attacking
N***as saying we slacking
We been in the crib stacking
While y'all haters stay average
Killing my targets
No bullets just raw shit
Back from the grave bitch
Where n***as have lost it
But I am a new soul
With a new style
With a new flow
Fuck all you new hoes
I'm stacking up euros
I know I'm a weirdo
With a lot of swag
It's [?] though
No time for you groupies
That try to seduce me
Just living life flashy
Stop trying to catch me
Chop up the whole flow
So you understand me
Dreaming about becoming rich
Wondering if it's worth the trip
Wondering if it's worth my time
We'll never know it's up to god
[Verse 2 - Max]
Well guess who's back
With a brand new rap
And his lyrics aren't that wack
It's this young kid named Max
You talk shit you'll get smacked
By my lyrical bat
I'll put your thighs in a web
That's an icky sticky trap
We're the malicious crew
You don't want us to attack
See the third eye view
And your visions [?] like crack
How much longer will we slap? We'll be
Making stacks, riding in maybachs
Got a new name and we're back

[Verse 3 - Au$tin]
I said I know I'm a god
Stacking it up not really though
Don't give a fuck
No time for these silly hoes
On the road to riches keep that swisher
Stuntin for all my pictures
And my flow is filled with mixtures
Switch up...Love the haters
They give us views I need that paper
Oh you good bitch well I'm greater
Ass go up and down like an elevator
And you know I'm levitated
Third eye shit we about to make it
Kept it real never faked it
Hip