[Intro]
Hey man what the fuck
Its been like three weeks
Ain't talked to you ain't called me nobody ain't answered
Got shows got fucking features you know what I'm saying
You playing out fucking buildings just fuckin' call me
You fucking make me nervous
Just fuckin' call me back

[Hook: Choirboy]
Been rejected, been neglected know what that like
Imma get my fucking bag right, Dat Rite
Been convicted, been avicted know what that like
Imma get my fucking bag right, Dat Rite

[Verse 1: Ouija]
I creep up out the dark and glo the fuck up like a mac light
Put these motherfuckas in a cast if they don't act right
Cheese my cracker throw the lunch up in my bag right
Iced out fangs hangin' down like stalactites
I get the money then I blow it like a bagpipe and get it back right
Dat rite?
Woke up next to shorty that was touching on me last night
Ooh she keep her swag right
Ooh she keep her ass tight
Jookin' off the phone
Oh my god I'm thrown
Dat Rite!
No one hold me back
Toof Gang hold me down
Dat Rite!
Grip the pistol now
Why you listen now
Dat Rite!
[Verse 2: Choirboy]
They tried to lock me up
Tried to sit me down
Tried to take me on my own tried to kick me out
Tried hating on the kid keep bumping me up
Try and not to let that bullshit get me down
My life been fucked up gotta ventilate
Its a bitch but you know I'm finna penetrate
As long as business straight ain't worried bout how dinners made
I got that minute-maid turn lemons into lemonade
Eliminate any fucc shit get in the way
We the wave put that pussy shit up in your brain
Dat Rite bet I got that ac right, bet I get my bag right
Dat Rite Dat Rite

[Hook]

[Verse 3: HXRMAN]
Eat up all the ramen noodles and theres mass shootings in the USA
I'm the lucky human in an elevator way above it now I'm on a higher plane
Can't be bothered by the live debate doesn't even matter what I say
My opinion stay irrelevant to lot of shade got to be a better way
Why do people wanna let the police get away with murder every fucking day
If there is good ones the why ain't the good ones open their mouth and got something to say
Sick of the dough and I'm sick of this place
Turned it around I turn it away
Bad to see you police have a bad day
(?) and I'm running in rage
Damn, get the fuck out my space
(?)
Never be phased cause I never not blazed
Never ever come outside be replaced
Suppose I should probably be showing some grace
But I just don't want to be in this place
I ain't got nothing to see in this place
Ain't a single thing free in this place
[Hook]