Released: April 6, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr. Germ
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: Germ]
Ayy, proceed to dunk, my flame is up, to light my blunt
I gives no fuck, like Trump and such
Can't kill the Stanleys, think I'm shit and I will steady flip
Bodybag a bitch, drag the bitch
Boost the Lambo, hit another bitch, I'm losin' it
I roll out the Wards you thought you beat last night
Yo' packs ain't stinking right, not moving right, trust in my pipe
Fucking rockheads stole my skill saw knife
Probably killin', willin' to catch a million
Body this slut from Brazil and shit, pussy bald like Krillin
Draggin' my balls across her chin and shit
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Feels like I'm fucking caged in!
Straight outta bed, outta meds
Outta lead, to blow the fucking back of my head out!
Get the fuck from 'round me, I get no pleasure from drama
Before you ask for money, first, let me get an accountant
They say "more money, more problems"
But problems is not an option
Got off the dope got suboxone
Went from toxin to toxin, went from lethal to legal
Turning people to junkies, so now they look at me funny, huh
[Verse 3: 7TH WARD DRAGON]
Eight bar shawty, let the dragon chew
Pop a band and then unzip a bag or two, lick a hit of acid
Hit a lick, I'm packing rags and tools
Traffic crashes, looking chromatic, I'm back in rags and jewels
Gag and drool (ayy), yo bitch think I'm a savage too
Smoke a pack, I know it's bad for you
Let my lungs go black, I'll hack up another track or two
"Why you mad?"—bitch, I ain't mad at you
Ruby da Cherry, I'm scoopin' the berry
The coupe full of boos that's about to get buried, fuck yo attitude
Ayy, proceed to dunk, my flame is up, to light my blunt
I gives no fuck, like Trump and such
Can't kill the Stanleys, think I'm shit and I will steady flip
Bodybag a bitch, drag the bitch
Boost the Lambo, hit another bitch, I'm losin' it
I roll out the Wards you thought you beat last night
Yo' packs ain't stinking right, not moving right, trust in my pipe
Fucking rockheads stole my skill saw knife
Probably killin', willin' to catch a million
Body this slut from Brazil and shit, pussy bald like Krillin
Draggin' my balls across her chin and shit
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Feels like I'm fucking caged in!
Straight outta bed, outta meds
Outta lead, to blow the fucking back of my head out!
Get the fuck from 'round me, I get no pleasure from drama
Before you ask for money, first, let me get an accountant
They say "more money, more problems"
But problems is not an option
Got off the dope got suboxone
Went from toxin to toxin, went from lethal to legal
Turning people to junkies, so now they look at me funny, huh
[Verse 3: 7TH WARD DRAGON]
Eight bar shawty, let the dragon chew
Pop a band and then unzip a bag or two, lick a hit of acid
Hit a lick, I'm packing rags and tools
Traffic crashes, looking chromatic, I'm back in rags and jewels
Gag and drool (ayy), yo bitch think I'm a savage too
Smoke a pack, I know it's bad for you
Let my lungs go black, I'll hack up another track or two
"Why you mad?"—bitch, I ain't mad at you
Ruby da Cherry, I'm scoopin' the berry
The coupe full of boos that's about to get buried, fuck yo attitude
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