[Intro]
Jowisen made this beat

[Verse 1 - L3O]
I be like a Girl Scout the way I steal from cookie jars
Too cool for the dealership, I’m flexin' with a rental car
Shrek mode, breakin' your mold, ‘cause I be shootin' stars
I was into Flintstones as a kid, I been hard
Homie, I don’t dance, nor I sing, like my last name
Catch you lacking, finishing that race in last place
Serving up death, last meal in a casket case
Keep on me a razor, canister of aftershave
High School wave like my money, ‘cause I go green
Scheming as a jit, demon time when I was fourteen
Bow down slime, shot of soju you can pour me
Running from the police, shooters, and the dope fiends
Mask up, suited up, I’ma be a mascot
Doing donuts, burning rubber, tearing up the asphalt
I should make a killin' selling bath salts and crack rock
All these hoes advertisin', I’ma turn on ad block

[Verse 2 - Mambo, Mambo & Dr. Tulung, Dr. Tulung]
Fuck a payback, if it's less than 20, you don't gotta pay me back
Make a play or get played, make sure you don’t get in trouble with that
Fuck this lovin' shit, I’d rather be outside making them racks
Can't own a pole, but with the bros, we stay movin’ tack
Gotta keep a strap, yeah, I’m sayin’ some of them got a pipe
I’m with Dr. Tulung and people know he spit the hardest lines
He’s different than other people, he’s sour, like a lime
Tried to smoke but it went out from the wind
It’s God givin’ you a sign
We send a function your direction if you wanna die
These kids be biting my style, you ain’t no son of mine
I’m at my best when I’m on television, prime time
Rounds to the head, now you blessed, send you sky high
I get ignant over being ignorant
Me and Mambo sheriffs in town, we do the pistol whip
Think you’ll go to war with our shooters? Please, get a grip
Blood money, drug money, hundred ways we gettin’ rich
Elderflame draco, bought it from the item shop
Everything I’m on turns to gold, I got the Midas touch
Squad’s numbers multiply, ain’t no one dividin’ us
If you keep hatin’, you supplyin’ us
Tri-City
[Interlude - Dr. Tulung]
Mmm, mmm, ay
Brrrah!
Let’s go
Sauron, bitch
Get ready

[Verse 3 - Dr. Tulung]
Ay, the boys asked me for another cypher
That’s when my eyes got wider
No bloodshot, what I need to get high for?
Euphoria as a writer
In tune with the drill like a carpenter
Chill with the Bethels, Harvesters
Like a gardener, I’m on fire, Charmander
Never dull, got pencil sharpener
Your girl mental, pardon her
She bends like a tensile beam, that’s word to Central Cee
I’m heat, you need thermometer
UK slang provocateur
Yute wasteman be the common term
Don’t link up with astrologers
The chains I hang are polymers
808s boomin’, I fade away, no longer human
Immortal, I pray that they Judas
Day to day, I could give play-by-plays on why you’re useless
Raise the stakes, I am the butcher
I am the pusher, I am the Alpha Omega
You cowards, I’ll take ya to higher powers
Like an exponent, this dire hour’s
Time on your Rolex, my firepower
Life may get a little Sauer, kraut
Leo be kicking you out your house
Ael cooking in the trap kitchen
Mambo serving snow to bad children
Unicow Nick at a TWICE concert
Showin' up stans as the rap monster
Everybody wildin’, that’s awkward
Last laugh, prosper
GANG!
[Interlude - Unicow Nick]
Grrah, grrah, boom!
Kezii
Ayo, Bullet

[Verse 4 - Unicow Nick, Dr. Tulung]
I’m on the block, tryna get it my way (Grrah!)
You don't like it, get shot at ya face
Pick up the bricks like I pick up your bae
I'm with the bros and we goin’ insane (Grrah!)
I’m in the V tryna get to the ends (Grrah!)
Where the bros at? I'm tryna bend
How many racks, man? I spent about ten
Gettin' big, movin’ weight like I’m hoppin’ on tren (Grrah!)
Never lackin’, but they try to line me (Boom!)
Never worried, the bros right behind me (Gang!)
My shot get so wet, it be slimy
Try me, I’mma decline you politely (Mmm!)
They stretch it like doin' pilates
Stop me, too many thotties just want me (Mmm!)
Choppa sprayin’, don’t know what to do (Boom!)
They nervous, face gettin' blue
Periodically talk about elements too
Blow it up in their face just like hydrogen do (*gunshot*)
Actin’ up off the heinekken brew
Watch out for flames when I hop in the stu
Strap your seat belts just for the turbulence
Blow up the scene like the toilet at Burger King (Boom!)
Parts everywhere, just like a murder scene
Pull up in fashion, we hop out the limousine (Gang!)
Gotta stay safe, buckle up (Claat!)
Dr. Tulung stay in the cut (That’s me!)
Spit bars from the brain to the tongue
Inhale this spliff from the tongue to the lungs (Yah!)
Actin’ stupid, called you a dunce (Mmm!)
Actin’ suspect, called you a nonce
I'm passin’ time when we fly to Milan
Eating this beat like I'm fiending for lunch (Chow!)
On the block when I keep me a knock
I'm with the gang, yeah, we keep makin’ bops (Boom!)
Hearts drop when they pull out the Glocks
Never switch up when I get to the top (Mmm!)
You can never get me out my element
Stompin’ the opps down, just like an elephant
If they out knockin’, come let ‘em in
If they ain’t pray, dick them down on some gangsta shit
[Outro]
Kezii

[Interlude - Ael from BY4]
Grrah, grrah!
Gang!
Kezii
Luna made this
BOW!

[Verse 5 - Ael from BY4, Dr. Tulung]
Y'all acting too inconsiderate
The words I spit is just too different (Mmm!)
Girl smokin' hot like a cigarette
Might take her so don't be ignorant (Gang!)
Passed me the beat and I'm feelin' it
Just like a spliff, I'm takin' the bigger hit (Mmm!)
I might be illiterate, but I deliver it
So you just might as well live innit (Grrah!)
Nah, nah, nah, I'm just playin', hah. Hol up, fuck am I sayin'? (Boom!)
Choppa start sprayin' (Brrah!)
These bullets get shot while you on yo’ knees prayin’ (Mmm!)
Feel like I'm at a sleepover
The way I be seeing these bodies all layin’ (Yah!)
Lit this place up like a hell
When I looked to my left, I think I saw Satan (Mmm!)
I stay at the Four Tree, me and your shorty bangin'
Man, you is corny (Boom!)
Your girlfriend adore me (Mmm!)
I gave her this Rick while she play with my Morty (Yah!)
Dippin’ my chip, my money stay green (Mmm!)
Guacamole, you do the most (Mmm!)
You OD, watching some Netflix in bed
But we keepin’ it holy (Mmm!)
This verse like my cup, yeah, it’s dirty (Ay!)
In New York, I stay gettin' sturdy (Ay!)
When she see me, she gettin' mad flirty (Ay!)
Better keep her away, yahurd me? (Yuh!)
I’m in my bag, don’t needa be totin’
Empty the mag, can’t even control it-

[Dr. Tulung]
Well, technically, you could control it, because the recoil of a gun is a backward movement caused by momentum-

[L3O]
Nah, who IS this guy?

[Mambo]
Jit buggin’, I don’t even know what to say

[Ael from BY4]
Boy, shutcho ass up

[Dr. Tulung]
Yo, what? What do you mean?

[Ael from BY4]
Hell nah, run that shit back. Empty the mag, can’t even control it
*laugh*

[Verse 6 - Ael from BY4, Ael from BY4, Mambo & Dr. Tulung]
You thought I was joking?
I'm with my gang, just check out the roster
Don’t play with me, ‘cause I keep that knocker
Ain’t no one piece, but I got that chopper
Huntin' the opps, we runnin’ the block up
Balenciaga, sipping on vodka
I sound a menace no matter the genre
Kita berkumpul, rokok some ganja
Shout out Vic Sombah, mans is a bomboclaat

[Outro - Dr. Tulung]
Boom, boom, boom, POW!
Kezii