[Verse 1: Odiato]
Wake up in the morning, I got all these bitches on me
Wake up in the morning, I got shawties trippin on me
Feelin like [?]
Give em trigger, let em go, there ain’t no stoppin homie
If he play, we gon put his ass on a shirt
Don’t play, no I keep a lil uzi, no vert
If I see a blue bass, know I’m shootin first
Told my homie grab the gun, [?]

[Verse 2: Saliva Grey]
Odiato, Grey, we comin through wit Zed to murder you
What the fuck you say yo name was? I ain’t never heard of you
187 body motherfuckers, never merciful
Dubich pick apart a motherfucker he be surgical
Mizu wit the trident be lookin like Poseidon
Tsunami season, motherfucker, leave yo ass drownin
Blood up in the water, makin circles, we surroundin
[?]

[Verse 3: Odiato]
Fuck whatchu talkin, we gon gun em down
Fuck whatchu reppin, we gon throw em down
If yo homie tryna get big, throw em down
Don’t play or we let off a 100 round
Stay in the bag, no frontin
Got the first base fast like [?]
Yeah they up to somethin
187, mass destruction
[?]
Feel like David Ruffin, oldhead shootin, he look like Russman
[Verse 4: Saliva Grey]
Takin out the dead, my eyes red, black dragon
I ain’t never worried bout the cash or the assets
45 shots, wit that bullseye, Jordan
It’s comeback season, hit a lick then get my soul back
Fuck whatchu want, boy
Roll up my blunt, boy
You want that smoke, well I sell by the ounce, boy
Cop me a pound, boy
See what I’m bout, boy
Y'all sound like [?] guess I’m talkin too loud, boy

[Verse 5: Odiato]
On fire half the time, feel like Ghost Rider
I’m so raw, I ain’t never had a ghostwriter
I like sloppy toppy and I’m trappin wit Saliva
Old school, smith n wesson get yo typewriter
We gon chalk em up like we at recess
I’m off acid, I ain’t even hit my peak yet
187 all drunk on a P jet
White boy snatch the chain off his v neck
I play [?] run up, make you buck
Yeah I walk wit my gun cuz I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 6: Odiato, Saliva Grey]
I stack all this bread like [?]
Why you keep quackin but you always duck
Yeah he duckin in public, tryna change the subject
I play em like muppets, yo girl like the nuggets
I be swattin all these motherfuckin flies like [?]
I’m about to ride wit the pump like I’m Rambo
Semi automatic plaster wrapped in hella baggage
I ain’t 21, already know that I’m a savage
Take it back [?]
Fully automatic, put yo mans up in the casket
We gon tie em down, we gon grab the tools
Bout to get the gas, turn you into fumes
Chop em up, throw em away, saw em on the news
Bite the curb, say cheese, and we stompin you