[Verse 1: Скриптонит]
I pull up in studio with bag
Selling records like a crack
I pull up, I pull up on the block on the cover of the mag
Yesterday they told me, "Give up"
Nowadays, where they at
I banging in the studio with Gleb
I got the stacks, that's why you getting mad
We breaking bread, 'cause we're the one nation
Bitch gave me head, I got the satisfaction
No pressure, red eyes, Redman, yes, yes, yah
I got some magic, Luka Doncic, take my balls
You really dying, bitch, okay, that's my fault
You been on thе collars, bitch, but it's just a five-o
I know, I pull up to studio with bag
I got another track, but it's not about music
You think, he's a speedstеr but we're just cruising
These bitches is my aim, I'm bullet, I'm going through them
Screw them

[Verse 2: Gee Baller]
I pull up to the stu' with some bag (Bag)
Ditched the Maybach
I'm riding in a Cadillac
Dressed in all black, plus I’m black, that's just to match
I'm coming with the waves, y'all n***as need some durags (Uh)
Fuck the past tense
We busy working
We ain't got time for the nonsense
We doing numbers, got your girl all up in my comments ('ments)
It's 36 on my back, that's a long stretch (Brrr)
No conscience
I'm growing with the time
Life is a game and I'm coming for the finish line (Facts)
I'm chasing bread, gotta get it before dinner time (Facts)
We crossing every line
We on top of the echelon like Scarface in the restaurant
[Skit: Al Pacino]
— So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you