[Verse 1: $lim Gucci]
I be that cracker off the crack, I been fucking up a sack
You been smoking on that whack shit, I'm smoking on, don't pass it
I'm Ratchet out the boot, I been ducking out like, "Quack"
Hoe, don't play me like a flute, I'm too sick like I just yakked like, "Bleh"

The sun got bitches on his jock, they really don't know what I'm bout, huh
Prophet from the south, I grew up on Magnolia block, huh
We ain't in the gym, but we steady raising bars, uh
Head above the rim, what's the word, lil boy? Ah

I be on esplanade serving out anything that drown the noise out
Shit is like every day, feeling burnt like a coil now
Gutter from out the soil, filling up voids with the foil
Out in Phoenix, no Joaquin, feeling Charlie, like I'm Sheen

And I'm Northbound, sun's out, rising, know that we taking over
Bitches say they love me, wanna fuck me, I don't even know em
Was never one for the fame shit, y'all can hold that, rather bang shit
Nine years in, yeah, I'm like that, gotta placement before I got my license

[Verse 2: 99zed]
Clean the game like I'm some alcohol
I don't even need to try cause I'm a natural
Nowadays it's hard for me to give these crackers love
So, I'm just posted cooking hits and watching Dragon Ball
Top of the key, step up and bang, that's a green beam
Can't even begin to fathom why y'all wanna compete with me
Get your attitude adjusted cause they can't even see me
Now you copying all the swag, that shit having me wheezing

Need to get up off your ass and get to working
Cause that unoriginality just isn't working
Myself and the gang can switch to any lane and work it
All I did was swag and talk and now I'm richer than a surgeon, motherfucker

Gripping on both nuts, can't nobody say shit to me
Rather roll up another instead of sparking an old one
Cause I be balling like the Lakers in '01
If you need to find me, just go where all the smoke from

[Verse 3: Saliva Grey]
My blunts fatter than the fucking steak and cheese I'm eating
3 crackers out the south that got you people leaking
Why it seeming like your bitch is begging all for my semen?
On your knees, you're fucking weak, you're broker than the FEMA

Need to light up, despite the cancer calling
Feet up, laid back, my pockets fully loaded
I'm up, so what? Go ahead and get to chopping
I'm addicted to the paper, say what's up and see you later
I'm the young intimidator of this rap shit
Ain't a Laker but I'm fly and love to crash shit
I could never let em fuck me like I'm magic
Bout to cash in, get a bag quick like a draft pick

I'm a nasty motherfucker out the scripture, feel like Sun Wukong
Yeah, I'm a king up with the stick, spinning it right at your dome
Boy, I ain't pick up in a year, why you ringing my phone?
I got the archangelic bars, way you might think it's a psalm, boy (Pussy)