[Verse 1: Demotus]

Watch how you talk to me
I keep that thing cocked
With them shots to keep fuck n***as off of me
Feds they been watching me
They see I'm up next, I'm a profit
You see in the prophecy
Bitch you a mockery
Your life is a mockery
Probably living in poverty
There ain't no stopping me
That shit is impossible
There ain't no killing me possibly
Don't give a fuck
I'm rolling shit up in the back
Got my pack counting racks
And that kush got me stuck
I'm living my life, don't fuck with the price
Just drown me in ice
We came from the bottom
So you know I gotta get right
Yo bitch want the pipe
I do not look twice
I already got me a wife
I'm off them tablets so it got me tripping
I got 20 fifties in my pockets sitting
With that pocket rocket
If I gotta pop it then I aim them shots
At all my opposition
N***as talking shit, get up off my dick
Because I started popping with no pot to piss in
N***as talking shit, get up off my dick
Because I started popping with no pot to piss in

[Verse 2: Demotus]

Watch how you talk to me
Watch how you talk to me n***a
Making money like monopoly
Now yo bitch really wanna get on top of me n***a
But I don't fuck with all these groupie bitches
Tryna merk a fed and then just shoot the witness
If it ain't bout that then Ima turn my back
And Ima keep it moving cause it ain't my buisness
I just elevate while I meditate
So I can see these n***as who been hella fake
I don't fuck with snakes so I separate
And watch all the money that I generate
I'm just smoking up on all that potent stuff
While all you bassers still suck on porks
Young n***a ya I came up from the porch
Selling drugs in the south but I got it from the north
Obi Wan Kenobi with the motherfucking force
Remember I was young when my brothers still in force
Now I'm in this bitch chilling at the dam shores
Pulling out the airport in a motherfucking Porsche
Aye, pull up in this bitch with my wrist on fleek
Life is just a bitch tell a bitch don't speak
Say you getting money but yo clique don't eat
Tryna smuggle through the trash
Tryna get yo piece
Motherfucker
N***a just admit it
Told my dam momma we gon' make it in a minute
Make her go get it
Know that Ima get it
Get up off my dick I don't really need a critic n***a

[Verse 3: Big Bink]

Give me a reason to really cease demons
They scheming and fiending
And planning to devour you from your [?]
After this meeting yo bitch I be beating
This bed no repeating I leave her in semen
Listen my n***a you never been dreaming
Listen my n***a can't fuck with my teaming
All of my n***as all mathematicians
Parenthesizing what we bout to do is too exclusive
Capitalize on pussy n***as equals this illusion
Divided for the profit make additions to the movement
Subtracting you pussy hoes tryna get some new shit
Inhale exhale ridiculous smell your kissing your tail
But [?]
And I'm not talking bout pasta
Blazing more trees than a Rasta
Bad bitches all on my roster
Take em all back to mi casa
I rule my kingdom like Mufasa
Call up my partner
Catch yo ass without them [?]
Tell on my n***a just holler
All about that guala yala