[Hook: Demko]
A mirror couldn't match my style (Style)
Shore couldn't catch my waves (My waves)
I'ma keep riding this high and getting this bag for all of my days (All of my days)
If you don't wanna get smacked around, better get out of my way (My way)
'Cause everyday I'ma go big and I either get mad or I'm gonna get paid

[Verse 1: Demko, GAWNE]
Yo, Luke, what's up, what's good (What's good?)
We back, we staying put (Oh yeah)
Kill the beat with the flow so hot that we float on top, y'all understood (Y'all understood)
Your boy is a big star, no Pixar, but she Buzz if she want that Wood
We killin' the royalties now, really been puttin' the king in the ground and
I got the crown, checkmate an enemy, dang, should've nеver enterеd the game
With a veteran, G-O-D, go better insane, motherfuckers tryna get in my lane
Get slept on slept, yeah I did not play, no way Jose
I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my brain
You better go find, I'm out of control when I let it go "BANG"
I swing for the fence like I'm Barry the Bonds
I'm taking what's mine, then I bury the bombs
You might got the stick, but don't carry the wand
These boys got the magic, we Harry and Ron
And I'm very [appliant]
[Scary I'll come when I say with the area alarm?]
And the area's blaring, they call me a terrorist, I'm coming to marry your mom
I guess it means that I'm a motherfucker
Yeah, so rest in peace to all these one hit wonders
And the rest of these can go and SMD, I got the recipe to be the one you lovin'
And like all the sudden everybody is killing me, fuck all the industry, y'all just not into me
I speak it differently when I'm not throwing these ladies some generous will that they giving tree (Ayy)
[Hook: Demko]
A mirror couldn't match my style (Style)
Shore couldn't catch my waves (My waves)
I'ma keep riding this high and getting this bag for all of my days (All of my days)
If you don't wanna get smacked around, better get out of my way (My way)
'Cause everyday I'ma go big and I either get mad or I'm gonna get paid

[Verse 2: Demko, GAWNE]
Everybody wanna speak up and you see a mean mug written all on my face
Anybody wanna talk smack and they get to go fast like an Autobahn race
Boy about to pack 'em in a stadium in fact, my cranium will get a little big right now
Little buddy, I don't wanna be ya, 'cause the boy about to hit 'em with an onomatopoeia like "POW"
Onomatopoeia
I don't wanna ever hear shit about 'em beating me
Rap so fast, got the skin of a cheetah
Y'all better call PETA
So ill, gave the bitch gonorrhea
Oh shit, flow sick, so lit, no kiss, those chicks wanna suck my dick
Yo bitch lotus focused on Hocus Pocus, I told you she's bogus
I am not Hank Aaron no more 4/4 rapping on the beat
Now with the money I'm counting, it looks like I triple it, finally found the heat
And I'm down to clown if you're down the street
And she down to "Ahh" and she want it too
But she don't really vibe with like half of the crew, and she got a little blunt so I passed it to you
Pass it to me? Inhale half of the weed
When I take one hit, now I'm laughing and smashing the B-I-T-C-H from the back like a rear end crash in the street
It's a little bit more than a fender bender, yeah no pun intended, but I been on the bender
When the liquor gets poured and I can't remember
If I hit a bitch or killed a family member (Woo)
[Hook: Demko]
A mirror couldn't match my style (Style)
Shore couldn't catch my waves (My waves)
I'ma keep riding this high and getting this bag for all of my days (All of my days)
If you don't wanna get smacked around, better get out of my way (My way)
'Cause everyday I'ma go big and I either get mad or I'm gonna get paid

[Verse 3: GAWNE, Demko]
Yeah, I'm gonna get paid and just look at the money I made
But it made me so fuckin' insane, that I'm comin' to cut up your jugular vein
With the bloodiest spray that I'll shove in your face
'Cause I really wanna give it to anyone who was doubtin' me
I gotta be a killer when I pull up with a gun on me
I bet I'm bouta fill 'em with a caliber
This oughta put a body in the cemetary, buried at the bottom [?]
'Cause we buzz speakers every time we jump on the beat, yup
Til the heat come, these puns finna reap what they so, fuckin' a-holes gotta lay low for a [lever]
B-cup for a couple double Ds, they could never trouble me, got the beat in my soul, so cold they could freeze
So I spit a little heat just to even me out, everybody get on board when they see what I'm 'bout
Back home, assholes from my childhood tryna smile good, like y'all didn't bully me
Fat boy, dipshit, retard, take a breath, recharge, now back to being fully me
But I'm past it, every hit get a backflip
Your man throw a cap like a hat trick
My girl got downtime and a fat ass, your girl got frown lines and a bad hip
Your girl, average (Ha)
My girl is the baddest
Yeah, we living lavish
Stack the green, we picking cabbage
Y'all just kids like Sour Patches, wine for bread, y'all feed no masses
My game bouta (blows) your flame, so you forfeit, I blow out matches
Now I think I'm bout to activate the rapping state
I fuck around and act like I'm [batch, I crave]
I'm half insane, a [basket] case
When I get in front of hater, throw a jagged blade
What was that for? Wait, god damn what an ass
I don't even throw hands when I masturbate, bro I think it's better when we collaborate
Til they pass it away, yelling "that's too fuego"
Bitch, I'm getting petty within any minute, think I'm gonna step and go demented when I run up in the studio
And let it rip, I gotta get a grip but I been trippin' off of sedative
I'm prolly gonna end up in the bed again
And anybody wanna take a bite of me, the seizing at the sight of me, and ain't no motherfucker that could frighten me me
And to think about the irony, I have no fear, but I still strike that through an asshole's ear
We the baddest, yeah we been dope
Hold it down like ten toes
Do this shit for my kinfolk, it's Luke Gawne and Demko