[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Guess who's back in ya area?
Oh no dawg, these bars are getting scarier
I take back the times I said that I would marry ya
Why? 'Cause you scary bruh
Yeah, yea you scare me, bruh (Uh)
Halle Berry bruh (Uh)
Type of haircut
Making shows and the freshest clothes
I'm tryna be like Larry bruh (Uh)
Talking David, yeah yeah yeah
Talking gang shit, yeah yeah yeah
Is you bangin'? Yeah yeah yeah
Recruit your main one, yeah yeah yeah
We're around
Boys is talkin' restless, man you need to sit down
BROCKHAMPTON thе troops, and the rest of y'all is clowns
Hold it down for now
Like thе year is two thou', thou', thou', thou'

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, nobody finna stop me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, nobody finna stop me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah (Cool)
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Don't settle, move away from the ghetto
Put your family somewhere special
If you love her you should tell her
Ain't no pretty way to paint it
This love could rearrange it
I'm still hanging 'round with my boys that I came with
It's beautiful, ain't it?
The way that you play me
I'd either end up as Lupe or Jay-Z
I still remember when Noah said he wasn't buying my image
Don't make god, he did it better
Now look, I'm here forever
Even if I never end up as a Jackson
Some [...] only make it to the game just to pay they taxes
And pay rent
And keep the way I'm laughing, that's it
Say it ain't so, dawg
That could be me when it ends

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Cooking bass, cooking lamb, cooking shrimp, bitch
Talking to them dogs, like they motherfuckin' shrinks bitch
Demons so high, got the sky payin' rent, bitch
Players lit, let it slip
Keep the grip, keep the meat
After I leave, pack up bitch
I got some cash on me
Banging on they jam
Till we get up on the TV
Never change the channel
Keep remote on 43
Mama sees, get the morning made somethin' out of me
Outta us, all them boys, that I trust
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, nobody finna stop me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, nobody finna stop me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah (Cool)

[Verse 3: August Royals[?]]
Boom, stick shift
Hits different when
There ain't no traffic
I'm going on the 101 laughing
At how fast I can go, look at the smoke
Boom, stick shift
Hits different when
There ain't no traffic
I'm going on the 101 laughing
At how fast I can go, look at the smoke
Lyrically a masterpiece
Tryna be a master key
Trying to unlock all the type of artist mastery
Tryna make shoes and make great clothes
Be real rich, but fuck Bezos