[Verse 1: Deucefade]
Where the hunnids at? I need at least a hunnid racks
But they can't find me, I'ma needle in a haystack
Smoke ammonia out the blunt, and that bitch smack
I like the bitch, but together we a mixed match
'Cause she petty bitch and I'ma petty bitch, okay let's do it
They all Honey Boo Boo, [?] bitch, we go and do it
Bro we get it, bitch, no you ain't ready, bitch, aye
Yah, you know you ain't ready, bitch, aye
I'ma gigolo, my shawty digital
I'ma beep on you jocking on windmill
You creeping and crawling for intel
Equal [?], you fall in the voicemail
Looks like it was sent [?]
Wait a couple days [?] toenail
Shawty hit me up off e-mail
In too deep, to the bed, to the hotel
I be rich, how I feel when I be broke in this shit
And I ain't tryna work no rock, tryna [?]
You either kill me or you with me, either way you on my dick
I'm just posted with my zoes, [?]

[Verse 2: Eric North]
See, I'm pessimistic, I get paranoid quick
Her shawty bringing a flick, now beginning can take bitch
Get the gist
I forgot that y'all stupid, I'm gnarly, bitch
Got her bent, like a hanger that's holding Fat Nick fit
Black bitch, and she bigger than you who with all this shit
It’s a date, when I bring her to Wonderland it’s a rave
White bitch, pill popping like she eating from her past
Incest, no respect for the living, I let it dead
All you finna see is skulls decorated in red
All my shooters change your birthday to day of the death
If I'm carrying a stick, then you literal sauce
When grenades hit yo body like you Christ on the cross
Throw a stone, Bow Wow like you Shad cheap Moss
Rick Ross with the metaphors, you know I'ma boss
Take a sip of Rosé just to feel like the man
So untouchable that Thanos wouldn't shake these hands, aye