[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
Bustin' out the North African metals on the Nefertiti 2k
Sweating to the old (Hoo!)
We get lifted like Trump's toupee with the wind blowing like how you doin'
They be like you must have been high or something
How you know it highly understated too
The most underrated of the rated few
Q got some new? That's some amazing news
Zombies we shook down personal like Harambe
We end of up everywhere like hair on blondiеs
And I'm bugging out cause I know who the fuck I be
Thе son of King Joffrey J. back in the USA royal penis shiny
Pull up I'm rich bitch and pull off in a big rig
(Ayo, Q what are you 'bout to get into?)
None of your business (Ah shit, damn)
My words fall right in the pocket like tides and offerings
Worth billions if I had a dime for every compliment
I use your business cards as crutches for my ganja spliffs
Might need two wikis just to fit all these accomplishments

[Verse 2]
Your best don't impress like Pee-wee at the Alamo
You skeevy, Stevie J. and Joseline when the cameras roll
You out of style like hoverboards, cronuts, and lobster rolls
And all the memes for crying Jordan where your noggin goes
You booboo [?] update your calendars and google docs
Mark everyday as Quelle day from now to bennu drops
I swat so many frogs away it looks like I'm milli rocking
You couldn't prove that I don't kill it with a million cochrans
Can you dig it?
Multiple choice A. Yes, B. Yes
You say your clan can rock like us, ok that's BS
This big money you big dummy red fox till I get the big one come back like Ellie [?]
Minus the GHB and 50 lady roster
We rolling multiplayer this is for la rasa
Y'all stay posing like I.G. hoes in our [?]
I put my substance on everything like sriracha