Yeah, shout out to Mardial
It is so lit fireman on a dial
No bad vibes i just wanna take a shot on
Young bois with the money on but the hype gone

Hype gone, fucking with the high tone
G to the brand im a motherfucking god son
Chillin with the beat dont you ever turn your vibes off
Killing with the flow now shit is going soft blow

Wow, man lookin at me
Im just a yungin dont starrin at me
These rapper they talkin like they even right
These people keep buying like they even like it

Not in a hospital but rhyme is so sick
You spending much dollars for copping that brick
You see me on front horny jack off the mic
Lets see what you got in the end im the sike(est)


But man, fuck you with the hype off
No lie i can tell that your hype gone
Hype gone
Calling on dial tone
High tone
Labels want me but my hype gone
K, you want me to stay in your way
Got telephone calls in a minute, tellin
G can you do it but i dont have a money
Gotta do it for the grammy next time yall need to pay me

Too much style you think youre good
Got this villanious vibe from my soul food
Fake the hype life like a fat rich boy with the off white hoodies and some yeezy boots

Send all the warning
Mardial gon takin your girlfriends panties
We dont need pop xannies cuz you look like a grannies
We drinkin some berris in mood for fairies

Like its true tho
We growin up watchin Naruto
Rasengan gon take all your homies in crib tho
Fuckin with me boi, you look like buritto