[Verse 1: Zilla]

I spit hot, way past lasagna
I tend to get a little extreme, like Trav Pastrana
I'm like half pirahnna
Or like half Iguana
Cuz I blend into anything, so bring the drama
Me and Vaughn sittin' low sippi' po' bout a four or a eight
And we rocking that Vans designer
And we rocking that Vans designer
Low pros so off the wall
We gon' ball till' we fall
Smoking kung fu over by the Great Wall
Still selling xans if you need an eight ball
Ha!
Pat Hogan on the motherfucking track
Zilla on the verse its a motherfucking wrap
Christmas gift of mummy clothes
All my shit dope got you sniffing like a runny nose
Hip to the hop like a motherfucking kangaroo
Bad bitches in the house I'mma spank a few
I am thanking you
Cuz I been blessed no sneeze
Vans, lacrosse pinny Hillsborough so Steez
I just rap, I don't tease
Can you hit this GB? Bitch please
Kill em' with ease
Chop and screw that
Just practice flow and I'm Iverson so you know I don't do that
Screaming "who dat"
But I am far from a Saint
I design the sketch other artists just paint
Bring a jar of the dank
Big Gatorade water bottle
Smoke it till' its hollow, getting swallowed by a fucking model
Zilla!

[Verse 2: Vaughn]

Vaughn!
Get the vape n***a, turn that shit on
Dutch grape n***a the kush make me yawn
Hogan on the beat we can't do no wrong
I'mma beast I roar like the bong
You know why we can't get along?
Cuz ya'll n***as too fake, I torture tracks leave em' in the lake
Now everybody rhymes?
Ya'll late
Zilla plus Vaughn equals great
White shark week n***a
I get paid by the word I ain't talking bout tweets n***a
Uh
Everybody wanna act hard, till' a hard n***a spit they face
Poppin' xans cuz my n***a just be the case
Not really
Just probation one year ain't nothing
Still sippin'
Wood grain still grippin'
Houston flow candy paint still drippin'
I ain't nut ho keep lickin'
It ain't dank if your fingers ain't stickin'
Like a baby motherfucker we just kickin'
Take a GB
Best believe I got what you need
And this shit off the top
My heart won't stop
Illuminati