Intro Liminal Voicemail:

Todavía va al buzón de voz

Hippie it's Limify, call me back Vince we're worried about you.

I just saw a clip of your arrest Hapy reposted.

Shutting down a whole street for one person is crazy work.

I tried to get ahold of Chumba and see when your next court date is so I can book a flight out to Cali.

Sí, voy ahora mismo.

We love you Hippie; but you gotta choose eventually..either stick to streaming or stay in the streets.

As your hermano I really hope you stick to streaming.

Cuidado bro

Hook:

10 toes, Off-White kicks gotta blood stain

Catch em at the light, unresponsive with a slumped face

Always keep it on me, I don't never gotta pump fake

Yeah he got away, but his brother got nailed to the gate

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Bullets get to spinning in that drum i ain't playin with him

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Real boogieman, I'll grab whoever stay with him

Verse 1:

Gym rat, bet that buckshot eat that 6 pack

Get it back in blood, you aint the only one with hats

Aye score board, bet we score more, ask the Ouija board

Brother put a dimple in yo skull, what you reaching for

They said that i wouldn't make it out like I'm trapped in it

Music and Streaming done got me paid, talking legal tender

Clout wouldn't pay for my gas, why would i chase that

Cocaine dreams and ski masks, we got paid for that

Name another streamer that can sit in with the politics

Gang ties bitch this jungle life, who courted you in

We don't do the jury, we holding court in the soil

They like hippie hella doper, then smoking blues off a tin foil

Ask anybody that know me, I'm hella chill

When it's boots on the ground, I'm the first in the field

I just beat another case, kept it solid wouldn't fold

The second i left court, i called cash like I'm 2 and 0

Hook:

10 toes, Off-White kicks gotta blood stain

Catch em at the light, unresponsive with a slumped face

Always keep it on me, I don't never gotta pump fake

Yeah he got away, but his brother got nailed to the gate

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Bullets get to spinning in that drum i ain't playing with him

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Real boogieman, I'll grab whoever stay with him

Verse 2:

Couldn't hold my tears at that coffin talkin to Dru

Introduced me to the fam, like hermano these yo brothers too

We was at my house you met my moms, shit was hella smooth

Told me if you ever left first, stick with Trill and Moon

Man of my word, we related through the trench now

Them my slum siblings, all they funk I'm inheriting now

Thuggin Filipino who the fuck you think you talkin to

I rather shoot a fade before i shoot, i aint scary like you

Tell em google me i done did some shit you can read about

Aint Never had a public defender, my lawyers payed out

Tucking yo discovery report, shit what you hidin from

Either he a chomo, rat, or rapist, that paper check is law

Extra with them death threats sound good on beat

Tell em keep that same energy, when it's time to come talk to me

You aint never had to loom a human i can tell

I can see it in yo eyes, plus yo clothes don't carry that smell

Hook:

10 toes, Off-White kicks gotta blood stain

Catch em at the light, unresponsive with a slumped face

Always keep it on me, I don't never gotta pump fake

Yeah he got away, but his brother got nailed to the gate

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Bullets get to spinning in that drum i ain't playin with him

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Real boogieman, I'll grab whoever stay with him

Outro:

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Bullets get to spinning in that drum i ain't playin with him

March his ass down aint nobody tryna play with him

Real boogieman, I'll grab whoever stay with him