[Yvng Blood - Intro]
(Yvng Blood, King Reelistik, Kevin the Flexer, let’s do this rap, let’s do this cypher)

Let’s go (Let’s go)

[Verse 1 - Yvng Blood]
We rap professional, Lil Dicky
Only 15 with big dreams and a big team
We rap so fast like a jet-ski
Like John Cena, you can’t see me
Pull up on you, no split screen
We’ll spray you like fabreeze
I got shooters on you like skinny jeans
I only roll with the G-team
Rollin’ with my OG, n***as day one
N***a prove me
I rap so fast it may kill the beat
And the ice on me, yeah, Jesus piece

We can do the dash then spend some cash
You can’t fuck with us, we do real rap
Don’t do the race, you’ll come last
(Come last)
You ain’t even start and you in the past
Fuck mumble shit we need better rap
N***a stop rap, all you do is cap
And don’t diss me, I’m the king of rap n***a
[Reelistik - Intro]
(Yvng Blood, what’s up man? Yo we finna get ‘em bruh, they talking crazy huh? ‘Ight, let’s get it, it’s Reelistik)

[Verse 2 - Reelistik]
Homie is gone with the pill, I’m out for the kill, I’m on like Adele
How you gonna feel when I’m all in the silk, and signed with a deal?
I guess you in hell
How about you sell your soul for a mill, i’ma kill and the deal is take your heart still
And if you want smoke, we gon’ roll out
Ball out, call out, sell out, dog pound, uh

I feel pity with a kitty in the city and
It’s litty in the city, yo stay litty
It’s kiddie when it’s kiddie, get a kiddie and a silly
And for a bitty, you a dickie, now I’m sickie little missy
Where’s Vicky? She a hippy
Got a hickey and it’s biggie
How the kiddies? Am I trippy
It’s Timmy on his tippy
And a piggy with a Mickey
And a millie and a Diddy
It’s tricky, it’s sticky, it’s picky
And it’s stuffy

We-we-we-we don’t like that (What)
Got a Benz in the back, I’ll recite that
I can bring the money in a bodybag
I’m the God of this, we can fight back (Fight back)
I can buy bombs ‘cause I’m like that
Got the cash now, put it right back
Go and buy a vest, you gon’ die fast
Boy what’s up? Finna bust caps (Ugh)
Popping off with a deal, put the money in a field, plus I run with the reals
(Run with the reals)
Homie getting killed, I don’t run ‘cause I’ll still put the body in the field, bought a gun for a ‘lil (Lay ‘em to rest)
Bottle getting filled, I don’t run for the drill but your homie getting grilled where we not paying the bills (Man down!)

Album’s out now, go get it right now

[Kevin the Flexer - Intro]
(Shit, my bad bro, ‘ight, check it)

[Verse 3 - Kevin the Flexer]
All you-all you-all you-all you n***as mad that I’m goku and y’all krillin (Big mad, big mad)
Shit, I don’t never catch catch no feelings
(That’s Fendi)
Fuck being a hero I’m a villain (Villain)
When I’m on the gas I be slurring my words like it’s lean (Lean)
They say that young Kev flow is mean (Yup)
They know I say fresh and so clean (Clean)
Call me a fiend
They call me a demon, but I do not dance with the devil (I don’t know)
If I did it would be salsa
I gave that lil bitch the kebasa (Yes sir)
Not some sausage, stupid n***a (Dumbass)
Shit, I am your father, Mufasa
Rada rada rada rada (Go ahead)
In the kitchen, call me chowder (Chowder)
I’ll make u a fiend with the powder (Powder)
I’m in here preaching like a pastor (Go ahead)
Tryna make this money faster (Yuh)
Making money like its magic (Fendi)
Y’all n***as is sorry, y’all tragic. (Tragic)
Shit, on this drill shit
Reelistik, Yvng Blood, Kevin the Flexer
We do this shit

(Fuck you)