(Verse 1: Lil Lyko)
Yea, yea, YEA, YEA!
Bitches tryna collect all of my cash yea (Cha-Ching)
But that shit is endless and you know that I am packed yea
All of these dumb dummies dont even know where i am at (facts)
Hittin' on a bowl and you know that shit mutha fuckin smacked
Thas why I got my mic an im finna mf rap changing up my flow an you know im finna rap twice as fast
Man i am telling you that i am back, dont like raisins pussy bitch that shit is fucking ass I would rather fall to the ground wit a mini heart attack lookin like a whole crack head I ain't into all a dat man im fuckin happy ion care about the fuckin past
Comin back, to the lab, finna cook another batch, record and blasting up on my mf tracks
Anyone selling some fake shit is fucking cap
Gettin caught, selling some vape shit instead of dabs

(Vеrse 2: danny zonedOUT)
Zonin' off a the morning joint
Fuck it ill dеstroy every other rapper to prove a point
Damn i'm so annoyed that my mind is stuck in a hopeless void, my demon's got a voice i stay high so I can avoid the noise
My bitch stay thick, punk rock shawty wit the fuckin pink guages an tie-dye bracelates an she like smokin weed adventure time an space ships plus her pussy amazing pray she the one i lay with
When i die
My name will be heard from across the nation this danny boy on the throne will never be no replacements an i ain't got the patience im bout to get out the basement last year was who first who next to come up to take it

(Verse 3: Lil Lyko)
Do not make a deal wit me unless you wanna get smacked
Thats if you decide to turn on me you could get cash
Take the stuff then sell it give me half thats a wrap
Ship supply across the country gettin big stacks
Ship it twice get it multiplied thats big maths
But i ain't new to this game i ain't big shaq
Pull up to the spot hoppin out wit my gas mask
In a match get the gas packed smoke the whole stash
An i got a gat kill the rats gettin payed back
Made the wage stack fuckin hoes til they guts mad
(Verse 4: danny zonedOUT)
Uh
Catch em off guard ima hit em with an armbar
Bitch im on par like i pull up in a golf cart
Dodging the security for snatchin outta walmart
Transformers bitch we pull up and let it all spark
Makin christmas movies wit my girl an not no hall mart
Ima spike the game like i hit the bitch wit a lawn dart
This shit ain't for money im doing this shit wit all heart
Keep my props a legend for making sure that my bars sharp
Smokin weed in proportions, too paranoid to perform
And im bout to settle the scores
Cos i think my styles matured
An im bout to fuck up disortin
Cos im finished being ignored
And if you askin us for some
More than just listen for the distortion