(Ayy, Bandz, I think we got one)

(Z— Zeno, you killin' it)

(Ayy, Kolvi, you goin' too crazy)

It's Black

Told lil' bruh, "Let's go to work"

Bitch, I'm that **** that put your dog face on your fuckin' favorite shirt

Too much 'bowls inside the trap, you buy a verse, you get a shirt

She asked me why my drank so dirty, I put **** in the dirt

And, no, this shit is not rehearsed

I'm the one that speak on nothin', I let my **** rep my work (I let my **** rep my work)

Nothin' but 'xotic, highs, and lows

We got everything but Turks (But Turks)

Dead opps droppin', back-to-back, I think them **** feel like they cursed (They cursed)

So much bodies in that hearse, they should invest in Life Alert

Went from biggest in my section, now the biggest on the earth

All I gotta do is say the word, without a question, my **** lurk

I'm in love with fully shit (Brrt, brrt)

It's just somethin' 'bout how it burst

All it takes is two-to-three seconds, that **** body sparse (Uh-huh)

These **** cappin' on these apps like they the one (Huh?) that put in work

**** ain't never touched no work (**** ain't never touched no work)

I put in work, these **** percs

Let's see who the real nerd

First one brain who meet the curb

I'm on my way to a mill' (I'm on my way to a mill'), turn a opp to a third

Knock and drop them bags, we swerve

Bitch, I can't even catch this swerve

Head tap on the other side, you got exactly what you deserve

I'm a landlord in my city, I come collect shit on the first

I don't know what get back is, we known to catch them **** first (Catch them **** first)

Told lil' bruh, "Let's go to work" (Let's go to work)

Bitch, I'm that **** that put your dog face on your fuckin' favorite shirt (Your favorite show)

Too much 'bowls inside the trap, you buy a verse, you get a shirt (Shirt)

She asked me why my drank so dirty, I put **** in the dirt (I put **** in the dirt)

And, no, this shit is not rehearsed

I'm the one that speak on nothin', I let my **** rep my work (Rep my work)

Nothin' but 'xotic, highs, and lows

We got everything but Turks (But Turks)

Dead opps droppin', back-to-back, I think them **** feel like they cursed (Uh-huh)

So much bodies in that hearse, they should invest in Life Alert (In Life Alert)