[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis] Milonakis bitch, there are killers in my clique Glo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist Your Bentley ain't shit and your 'rari ain't sick I'm above money cause money don't exist The meditating heavyweight pouring out a fifth Now you see my dark side, I am Lord Sith Invisible watches on my fat wrist And if you're that bitch, you can get a fat dick Who you think you're working? No, not me I'm liver than your internet rating TV I stayed Glo'd up like a firefly, firefly I'm higher than high, leave you lying in lie And I'm blowing stronger O's than Oprah Cause bitch I'm deeper than fucking deep [?], bitch
[Verse 2: Chief Keef] My pistol come through singing on the low This ain't for them [?] know I pull up, come through, lay 'em on the floor I got cake on the floor and cake up on my [?] I got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe If you ain't talking about the cake, it ain't got shit to do with me I come through chopper GM Cause we heard you got the yayo, the bank, and you got 50 [?] You better hire fucking Young Buck Come through with that Mack Maine bullet skateboard, Weezy-We You better have your fucking mob deep Cause the heat and the fees be my prodigy, lil boy I was up trapping while y'all asleep Me and Benji, blood gang I'ma come through tripping all weak I got swag dripping out my fucking palm [?] Usually I come through in a 'rari Now I don't give a motherfuck about [?] I'm a Glo boy, grown boy, what you know me You don't know shit, til I have my belt glowing Pull up, roll off, while you got a slow leak You won't [?] I come through lower than a mess on [?] I got shells best spilled every letter on ho shit