[Verse 1: PE$O PETE & Mix Williams]
Bah, Inoue, ah
Why would you pick Emboar when Serperior and Samurott right there
I'm finna upgrade to a crib, I need a motherfuckin' lair
Lil' bitch, my soul jam active, golden cheese, I'ma need my share
Lil' bitch, I'm hero, 勇者, 勇者, haha, wait, what?
Lil' bitch, I'm hero, got my spells like hashtag "armed and prepared"
I'm in the booth punchin', damn, I beat the beat up, get snared
I'm rolling deep up in my bitch, I might just be fill her like Eclair
I'm rolling super za only, this that motherfuckin' loud cookie
King up in this bitch, I ain't no Shofu or Cacao cookie
They don't want no smoke with me, ha, I bring that loud cookie
Outta, da-damn, fuck
Freestyle in the booth, I'm goin' crazy, but I fucked up, goin' wild
I got shadow milk tatted, she like, “Did you liе?” I crack a smile
You want battle? We activе
I bring six out and we end it now
You want battle? We active, we might ride out Calyrex ghost
Why they hatin'? Bro's bitch-made
Boy, they got me dead
It's okay 'cause I grim neighed
Fuck that shit, man, I got ice up on my wrist
My bitch seen that shit, hit the chillin' neigh
The way I'm plottin', plannin', schemin', that's some shit the villains say
I just seen Ham make a band, like how much did Dillon make?
Tryna make that point, we all grand
That's what hard work create
No creatine, but I'm punchin' big, step up to the plate
I'm real creative, turned a "walkin' dream", now I'm walkin' wake
Dang (Don't ever fold)
I'm like (Yeah), "Mix, tell 'em what you say"
[Verse 2: Mix Williams, PE$O PETE]
Yo, I'm the type to pull up on your lady after work (Ayy)
I'm the type to kill a n***a song in half the words (Brrt)
Smokin' Jersey strong, tell Yung PE$O pass the herb (Haha)
I get a feature from yo fave, and now we have to work? (Nah)
They say my my flow is picture-perfect, read the caption first (Okay)
All these rappers is my sons, I see the afterbirth
I carry the game, I'm goin' insane, that's why my back is hurtin' (Okay)
Ya lackin' purpose, I'm just focused on this cash (Cash)
Makin' money moves towards my future, ya stuck in the past (Step)
Step to me or PE$O PETE, might get my foot stuck in yo ass
They say my lore is legendary, don't get caught up in grass (Okay)
Shooters every state, what? (Brrt)
Don't make no mistakes, what? (Brrt)
He been talkin' shit, but we gon' find out where he stay, what?
PE$O, what the fuck you smokin' on? I think it's laced, what?
Gotta sober up, got hella music left to make, what?
Bro my stomach rumblin', hella rappers on my plate
Think I'm kiddin'? I feel like Joel Embiid, I never play (Oh, no)
I could make your girl fold, I'm lightskin, we do that shit (Ayy)
Yo, where the fuck are all my songs? Keep fuckin' losin' shit
He said he slidin' with the gang, well, we outside like, "Where you at?"
He said he countin' out them bens
I'm in your wallet, where's the stack?
Don't get capped, smokin' opps since 2012, and that's a fact
It ain't no mag, I got MP on my dash, hit, ka-thwack
[Outro: Mix Williams]
Oh, wait, why he talkin' shit?
I just got equipped
Ain't talkin' Megaman battlechip
I'm just on my shit
I'm just steady countin' chips, I just risk a chip
I put my hand and dip, poker face equip
I got good face wherever PE$O go, ain't no lip
Why he talkin' lip? Flappin' lip? I might smack his shit
Why he talkin' shit?
Man, shoutout Mix, wait