[Verse 1: yamamaya]
Booted off an ecstasy, post up with some weaponry
I'ma be the president, this Maya 2023
When they on my dick, I can tell that they obsessed with me
Hitta trigger happy, he stay shootin' shit like Destiny
It's [?], it's best of three, bust up on my enemies
Post up with my brother, we locked in like it's the embassy
Everybody hatin' on me won't admit they envy me
Cookie pack, yeah, keep tapped, they smokin' on that recipe
Johnny Test, I got thesе twin hoes
I fuck up a show, I play way too many roles
Lil' bro an abuser, hе walk 'round kickin' on doors
Walk 'round with a bat, I'm Homer Simpson, crackin' domes
I ain't cappin' on my bros, I'm just passionate 'bout my art
[?] like Stevie Wonder, got 'em walkin' 'round in dark
Duckin' bitches actin' friendly 'cause I don't know if they narcs
I bring two of every type of bitch, the function Noah's Ark

[Verse 2: quinn]
I make plays from the East to the West
I been makin' plays just because of how I dress (As above, so below)
[?] better, if not best?
Whole team carry straps, knockin' heads, fuck a vest
And they all fuckin' with me 'cause I'm not like the rest
Powder in my nose and it hurt, but it take away the stress
You ain't never made a play
You ain't never had to grind on the toughest fucking days
All the shit that me and bro did, I think we need a raise
Fell off 'cause this whole shit was based off a phrase
I got love for the gang, but it's getting soft
2024, gotta knock these n***as off
'Cause my wife held it down when I needed it
I been goin' through it, I think everybody seein' it
[Verse 3: kuru]
You ain't feelin' me
I been runnin' heavy, but I got these [?] me
Writin' 'bout my folks, he a mini-me
I'm like, "I ain't with it, shawty" 'cause I like seein' green
You ain't seein' green, you broke as shit, my pockets deep
Spent some rackies on yo' clothes, I got that shit for cheap
Got that shit for cheap, you spend too much, you feelin' weak
Got five months [?], I count it in a week
I don't kick it with a white girl if they say they love ketamine
Brodie still a real geeker, booted off amphetamines
How you rappin' bout yo' money? You ain't got fitted jeans
We like the butchers in this bitch 'cause we got plenty beef
And we got so many [?], bitch, [?]
Said she know me, I'm still duckin' when she seein' me