[Intro: Marz The Reject]
(A-A-Aye Blick where you at?)
Yeah
Rejects & Hammy n***a
Marz the Reject bitch, aye

[Verse 1: Marz]
3.5 of Pink Runtz, man we live the boss life
In Off-White, 20k at Saks, shit it’s all mine
I’m alright, spinning off these percs, stayed up all night
Red Sprite, poured a duece of wok, damn, it felt right
Hide and seek in the wood, had to you some torch light
Call D, to move a couple packs, shit is air tight
You damn right, I’m moving pape today, you n***as, not quite
I ain’t never had an off night
Swiped a couple Giffys, ima leave you in the past life
You ain’t worth the еffort, end your life, herе’s a damn knife
Pop out in a foreign, hit the gas, hear the Glock bite (bow)
Got the cuttas on me, run the fade, chop his mop tight
We ain’t with the magic talk, so cut out all the wizardry
Vvs’ linked up in the chain got me shivering
Dicking down yo bitch, coochie squirting, got her quivering
When the Glocky bust , you see the lights inside you flickering
I ain’t mean to start no beef, but doggy want an altercation
I mutilate your face, leave you messy, make an alteration
He end up in the ground, got himself into a situation
I’ll buy up all the land, annex, I’ll become a nation
Jimmy chu, the swag is Asian
Told me get the bag now, I cash out
Spent another check, never had drought
All these n***as talking on my name just to gain clout
You can’t doubt, what we bout to do, bitch we stand out
I ain’t performed yet, but we gonna rock the show out
Brushing off the hate to the side like a snow plow
Balling everyday, every college gonna send scouts
Don’t know what you on bout
We gonna flaunt it all now
We going till the cash out, bitch
[Verse 2: Hammy]
I’m a pharmacist, dope from the pharmacy don’t need to read it
2 blues and the wokhardt gone, double cup I’m leanin
Think my phone tapped, when bro text I’m lookin for double meanings
Seen what happened to the last few had that boa praying to Jesus
Mama trippin on me, she said boy rebuke the demons
Yo girl out here killin kids the way she swallowed all ma semen
That n***a keep talkin down he too net his face leakin
Will gon run up on you, leave yo ahh without no feelin
Knock yo ass over, hit as hard as that dope that we be dealin
Bet not hang around that place at night cuz me and mine be stealin
What you want an 8th or sum? They gettin mad while I be scheming
Robbed that n***a for his buffs but they was fake I couldn’t keep em
My drink a lil fizzy momma asked me if I’m poppin percs
N***as said it’s beef but where y’all score actin like he’d do me worse
Wish he would then all you’d see is straps like u under a curse
Took lil bro to hit a lick realized that shit was not ma first
I was stealin p’s outta cribs when I was 16
Ian tryna sip nun out your cup cuz that bitch green
Double cup of Sprite with my syrup know I sip lean
Backwood, Mr. T strong, from the A-team
Them cutters leave a mark you gonna need some more than saline
I was down out on the coast all trap think we was sailing
I be touching numbers even though in math they had me failing
Y’all n***as clowns or something stomp him out for false claiming
Watch your step I hit licks on Martin Luther King Blvd
Even in the dark, all black fit in and out of cars
Deuce of wok script of blues got estates on Mars
Hit a lick on a bitch n***a now the asphalt got track marks