[Chorus: Tytuus]
Uh
I'ma run this shit like the gulag
Fuck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois

[Verse 1: Tytuus]
Y'all making me laugh
Putting virtue into mula
Lil' pussy, take this suit off
You don't need it where we're going, do you?
Young Lenin, spitting too raw
Rolls-Royce with the roof off
Bitch, why is you talking my ear off 'bout money, I don't wanna hear this shit
Y'all sell your souls and your bodies just to keep up with appearances
Your man a Mark and I'm a Marxist
Talking hella smart, bitch
Smack him back to Dartmouth
Drowning in the water, seeing shark fins
Girl, unionize that ass and bring it back to my apartment
Shit
Your ruler's a fascist
Just food for the maggots, they all want their ass kissed
That dough with no taxes
And I ain't having that shit--nah

[Chorus: Tytuus]
I'ma run this shit like the gulag
Fuck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the rooftop (yah)
[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Three-deep stalking, I'm Darryl Dalkins (oh)
Bird-ass n***a squawking
I have four-four n***as out your apartment (oh)
Going month by month no lease on (early)
Hope your shit rent control 'cause you're moving off it
No Biggie, mad diddies with a fresh coffin (baby)
Hit a bitch with the stick like big boss man
I hit a bitch with the stick like oh mad
Jeep Wagon (brrat)
Drive-by shoot action
Do this n***a like Jesus, no passion
Heard he got a mean right, well I gotta ask
Have you ever tried to punch a n***a shooting that? (brrat)
Man, I went to your show there was no flagging (no)
I know you did a bad job, I was still clapping
No script, no bars, n***a, no passion
N***as wanna be Nirvana, boy, you Hoodie Allen
Since you follow trends, run your ice, fuck the challenge
Man, these PassBlue crackers swear they love rhyming
I just bought a M5, bitch, I love violence
Caught a yuppie on the street, n***a, what's poppin'
Said he write for the Fader, n***a, bad timing
The nine went to his head like Pitchfork co-signed him (ooh, early)

[Verse 3: Toxic]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I'ma run this shit like a oblast
Still fucking lives up like a raw dope shot
Sickle and a hammer with the camera on, no lie
Fuck the whole world, yeah, let's make the fucking boat rock
Pop shit, pop shit
Couple perkies, bye bitch
Pouring out the sip slow, do that shit a lot, kid
Used to really live low, never had a day shift
Fuck school, sell dope, losin all my patience
Stalin on a pad, bitch, I'm Stalin how I run shit
Draco came from [?], and fucking bitches speaking Russian
[?]
Vicious with the risk, I risk my life on that fuck shit
Checks up, checks up, checks up, bad ho
Always online, chase attention, lacing bad dope
Worrying 'bout your likes, leave your life on [?]
Tripping 'bout a future that you're never gonna have, though
[Chorus: Tytuus]
Nah
I'ma run this shit like the gulag
Fuck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the rooftop (yah)