[Verse 1: Badkidmizu, Odiato]
[?] water, they bit like a shark
I stay with the iron call me Tony Stark
You play with 187, bitch you ain't smart
Bullets take aim, you the boar they are [?]

My new bitch she a lil dog, pass it
Ball on opps like burnin magic
Red buff, red buff I'm doin damage
So damn fly I be [?] Aladdin

Run up, done up, bitch you better have your gun up
Cuz we runnin in your house [?]
Gettin tired of you n***as smokin mint get yo runtz up
[?] pump up

Stack up my money like I’m playing Warzone
Look for my [?], put it on like I’m [?]
She give me top [?] that’s a snow cone
I keep the strap on me like no homo

All white shoes like I walk on a cloud
My gun like a speaker cuz it’s very loud
She cheated on you with me and she still around
[?] in the ground
Chin checkin men I feel like [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]

I see a opp
I’m uppin the Glock
Unloadin the stick
And I let the [?]
[?]
Walk down, run down [?]

I’m [?] shoutout to Milo
White boy but I got a dick like a silo
[?]
Imma just delete yo type like a typo, damn

[Verse 2: Dubich]
Purple, got it raining
And my cup evaporated
In my lungs, son of a gun
I made a deal with the devil, he won
I feel like shit [?]
[?]
Tryna get the energy to stand up
[?]
[?] to see yo head bust
Got a lot of melodies in my skull
On replay until I lose it
Gotta face the fucking music
But my mind is so abusive
What's this life, I didn't choose it
What's this life, I didn't choose it
Yeah, this ain't for fucking Dubich
I'm that nuisance with the blue silk
Got that cool grin when I’m fuming
Watch yo shoes when I’m [?]
It’s that 187 flow smoking O’s [?]
My eyes will be hangin low but I’m feelin the afterglow
[Verse 3: Saliva Grey, 99zed]
Sellin my soul
Incendiary to a brand new home
Turn off my phone
Never need no
Hoe to suck my [?] I’d rather be alone

Saliva Grey and Zed you cannot fuck with me
And 187 masked up we ridin quickly

My eyes are rollin back until they red
Never sober [?] such a mess
[?] 187

I’m smokin booth pack, my whip black, I’m stunnin bitch
Ketamine drip, I sip the fifth, hoe I ain’t savin it

Skull get cracked
Wit a bat to the temple
Crawl right back to the god that you live for
Hoes get mad
The Saliva don’t sip though
Imma kill a motherfucker [?]

Cocaine drip in the back of my throat
I blacked out, fucked up, drivin the
Got the pack wrapped up, flying to the coast [?]
Loose lips [?]
1 and the 8 and the 7
No guts in em, murdered yo bitch
Grey don’t exist
Would’ve made that if it weren’t for the [?] on my wrist
Hands on the clip

The Glock goes pop pop pop
That’s dirty, hollow tips blowin off yo top
Odiato wit Mizu cleanin up wit the mops
Semi circle motherfucker, turn the black back til I drop