[Intro: Au FlexGod]
FPS fucking originals, n***a!
Ahahahahahahahah, ahahah!

[Verse 1: Nyora Spouse]
You're making me sick to my tummy
All of y’all n***as be acting so funny
I got my grind and you can't take that from me
N***a, I'm hotter than Florida sun be
Bipolar weather and leather and heat
Fuck these hypebeasts, hate them more then police
Don’t tell what's up if you won't let me see
I got some trust issues it came from the leaf
These haters think that I'm playing
I'm saying, it's mine for the taking
Go no, time for the flaking
They looking for beef while I chill and eat bacon
Straight to the action, I pack what you lackin'
Your broke, but I'm stackin’, I’m skatin' and thrashin’
Tech [?] my life away I just wanna fade [?] sun rise on the bay

[Chorus: Nyora Spouse]
Grippin' the mag, make songs on a mask
No invert, but my smoke always BLKKK
Grippin' the Mac, make songs on a Mac
No invert, but my smoke always BLKKK
[Verse 2: Nyora Spouse]
Sitting clean, no more promethazine
Straight codeine and blue fire, purple trees
I'm smoking the best, while she show me her breasts
She want me to vent, but I just really stress
She know how to please me, she do it with head
She said that she swallow, no stains on the bed
Who thee fuck are you n***as, the fuck are you hoes
Claiming y’all can dress but you always bought me clothes
Just fucked these hoes, make them walk on their toes
Bitch don't hit my phone, [?] dope, man I do this, that's no joke
Y'all gon' sink but I'm gon' float, I don't smoke bitch, I just got tote
Just my voice gon' make her soak, uh

[Bridge: Nyora Spouse]
Be the mastermind, no Rick Ross
Seventeen, I'm my own boss
Only drink Fiji and Voss
Copping these drugs like "fuck the cost!"
Be the mastermind, no Rick Ross
Seventeen, I'm my own boss
Only drink Fiji and Voss
Copping these drugs like "fuck the cost!"

[Verse 3: Au FlexGod]
Run it back, like a running back
If you need the work, I could've fronted that
If you got the lean, tell me where it's at
I'm just tryna stack it till my pockets fat
Pull up in a Mazza', that's no Pontiac
If you talking shit, we gon' bring it back
To the old days, no waste
To kill a dumb bitch like I'm O.J
I don't give fuck about you and your crew
FPS N***a, you know how we do
N***as be bitches and acting so foo'
I should've know that you start actin' new
Bitch, I'm still balling like I'm MemphisU
Start getting bread now they call me a Jew
Head out the window and I'm yelling "Woo!"
Chopping these bits, yes I'm through with Kung-Fu
My n***a Kenny shipped in from Peru
Nasty ass n***as, they got the flu
[Verse 4: AleXander Grand]
I only want money, respect
I only want bad bitches giving me neck
The bigger the wallet the fatter the check
Stackin' 100s like [?]
FPS next, just give us the set
I'm copin' the work and I'm feelin' so blessed
Grams after Grams, smoking blunts to the chest
Lungs filled with smoke while I'm holding my breathe
Squad in all black, when we attack
Give me the money I'm tryna buy tacs
Flick it real fast, bring it right back
Smoking a zip with the vape to my lips
None of these n***as can see me
I'm screamin' "Fuck you!", like I'm Cena on TV
Don't give a fuck if you think you can beat me
N***as talk shit but this music ain't easy

[Interlude: Unknown Voice]
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report!

[Outro: Nyora Spouse]
Plainly I'm in love with this life
Having that feeling that everything's alright
I'm living the dreams that I had night
And I always live it up cause' I can't live-