(Ooh, shit, that´s a Danny G beat)
Water, yeah
(Damn, JakeSand)

Free my dog, he ´bout to go from goulash to panna cotta
I don´t burn, but if I do, then Adolf hidin´ in the zaza
I might bulletproof the donkey, went Ahura Mazda
They was laughin´ at them open mics, I just did The Fonda
Bomb the block with a switch, would´ve think he Nuge
Opps trash in the bin, why you think they Brute?
Jit was talkin´ ´bout our generation, shit, I can´t salute
Oversaturated out the gate, bitch, I don´t dilute
And I can´t even hear the hecklin´ when I´m drinkin´ booze
Just Tron, Certified, and I, I´m the first Stooge
I´ll poke an opp like Larry Fine, brother Moe too

Went from slidin´ stolo, now it´s donuts in the showroom
Five racks for a Frenchie, this shit hairy, but I like the style
Jit sweet, I´m talkin´ watermelon sugar high
Back-to-back shows, lost my voice, I´m sippin´ chamomile
I´m in the Lab one mile away from 8 Mile

Lights hit my shit, purple, red, and blue
Tie your fuckin´ hands behind your back, we beheadin´ you
Nigga tried to play me, stretch the boy with some baby food
If I was a ´90s baby, watch, I´ll pull out eighty-twos
If I can´t get him, I´ma blick his mans

Blick his mans, nigga play a game, blow a whistle fan
Whistle fan, rich as a bitch, fuck ´bout what you sayin´
What you sayin´, bitch tried to slap me, sister, get them hands
Get them hands, fuckin´ back to back, finna get her ran
Get her ran, poppin´ at his feet, make that nigga dance
Nigga dance, choose or you pick a side
Pick a side, she ain´t suckin´ dick, bitch, go get a ride

You the type to go down with instakill
The RP hit me right away, this bitch an insta pill

If he post the drop on Live, we slidin´, that´s an Insta´ drill
We is not the same, you post on finsta, I be in the field
White bubble Moncleezy, lookin´ like the Michelin Man
New crib, I´m in the big house just like a Michigan fan
Kalamazoo, Flint, Saginaw, A2
Mackinac down to the city, I be everywhere in Michigan, man
He ain´t say a word when we caught him, but he pronounced dead
Finna drop a three, a deuce of purple, other ounce red
Shooter on your head like he tryna count dreads
Ayy, slidin´ ´round, the whip got more buttons than a remote

Expensive habits, rather sip Wocky than some Patrón
Scammy Phantom, slide the 201 shit, then I´m gone
Bitch askin´ why I´m actin´ dumb like she ain´t know I´m slow
Like I ain´t pour a four
Let me chill and smoke this dope
Remember I ain´t make the team, got somethin´ to show the coach
Got somethin´ to show his ho
You ain´t school, not a tad bit, and you should  ayy
You ain´t school, not a tad bit, and you should go enroll
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, dumbass