TZT:
(Verse 1)
(Look)
Me, my n***as we buck
Mano y mano
But wait fuck boy
You steppin’ round my Giannos
My motto, move quiet and hit big, like lottos
Auto-Bots roll out
On God I’m bout to show out
Two things I don’t like
A scuff mark
A mark bitch
The tough part is
I’m heartless
Guitar riffs in the back bitch
Big timbs n***a I stomp shit
Sneakers on my fit
That’s blood family I’ll pop quick

SAUL:
(Verse 2)
(Uh)
My baby mama got me air forces
With the swoosh we roll deeper than a Corpse Husband
My Foot Loose but I don’t dance
When you see Le Fleur you gotta take 2
A double glance
So much cons you would think I am a
Conman
So much shoes you would think I am a
Cobbler
My shoes foreign
They no speaky they no hablé
So when you see em, ask the price
You’d havе no idea

Ziccy:
(Verse 3)
(Look)
I buck shit likе buck shots in shot guns
Gun runner
Run shit
Shit run that’s top gun
Top spun I’m playing games
But you n***as not fun
Tennis shoes rippin' up the court
But you n***as can’t afford
You need funds
My concepts crazy
No AB AC
Yo technique lazy
No n***a faze me
I’m in the Stacey’s
But I’ll still kick it with the Timbs
Till cop a Benz