[Verse 1: Lil Squeaky]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Little bit of cocaine on my front porch
Blame that dirty lil' rascal CRZ for it
I can't fuck too many bitches when I be touring
King of the East, scrape my knee, need Neal's sporing
Ha, yeah, I've always been the best man
Sweatpants on when I show up as the best man
Bangladeshi boy, lot of her on my chest man
I'm the Kung Fu Panda and I'm also the sensei
Cuddle in the night, then I can fuck her in the daytime
Kill this beat so hard, they bout to put my ass on Dateline
Can't take the game away from me, so maximize your playtime Hеard it through the grapevine, I'm livin' up this basslinе
Bring my oldie back when I go splurging at the Gucci store Can't talk to bitches wishing I talked to the coochie more
Growing up, time the only thing I look down for
Presidential watch, my greatest vice, call it Al Gore
Now for the feature presentation, I'm the centerpiece
Hosted with the founding fathers, fledged the straight centuries I can fuck like hundred thousand bitches in a century
Married to the money all my life, yeah, we was meant to be
I sip my Hennessy and piss the whole gallon
Man, I feel like Tim Allen
Cause I zoomed on a bitch, n***a
You keep a scrap, do you keep a spare dick, whicha?
She call me Big Mister, I'm about to fist stick her
I'm the president, I ended all the lockdowns
Fucking competition, which bitches gon' take my cock now? Naked in the church in my sermon, I said, I'm god now
And I repeated it, lil' bitch, I said, I'm god now
[Verse 2: CRZFawkz]
Banger of the century incoming
We running money, you get nothing
You keep losing, I stay dumb and I keep it real, no doubt
My diamonds on IMAX, your shit on drive-in
Cause you can barely see it, I swear on that demon
To us, you do not even compare
So start all falling off, that I'm having nightmares
But I got to snap out of it, cause they gon' keep me on
I'm seeing snakes cut the grass like Dumbo in Milan
I'm the one that feastin', turn the water to lean
Trap like Jesus, you said that I have so much guap it feels holy
Shoutout to Jesus
I never lost my mojo, I'm in my prime
I'm doing what I love, and it feels sublime
I feel accomplished after writing every line
You tryna roll with us, but I ain't got time
We tryna show me no Dion, hate to leave like Elon
I know they want me gone, but I'ma keep serving our songs

[Verse 3: Yung Lean]
Like Jesus, I came back for the last time
I'm looking down on you like a fucking dime
I perform miracles on these beats
Play my tracks and beat your meat
I chase the pussy like Jerry
You moving slow like Fairy
I eat these beats like Fieri
I'm about to sell this shit like a god Church
Bitch, I'm a fucking god
Discord mods have nothing on Litty Lean
I carry Pokemon HeartGold
And you have to speak like Mr. Bean
I'm hotter than you when you're on the green
You could've been like me, but you don't have the genes
You're stuck below me, we can't be together
Call you a widow, resting on these clouds like a pillow
Look up to me, I won't say hello