Verse 1: Aye Uh huh Aye Aye Zone out I go out The throne out Thrones and crowns All you n*ggas clowns Won’t make it to 2nd round It’s our time, our sound Bitch, we got it down Stay burnin’, we on top of clouds Dreamt high ‘til they shot ‘em down Mondre, Squadda Bam-bin-o we the hottest out Legion of Doom Two man, knowledge, wow More hoes than college crowds More money to get So bring ya partners ‘round Verse 2 Chyeah Chyeah Aye The simple fact is that I’m hot And yo n*gga wish he was I’mma always chase racks Make these slaps and kill my lungs I don’t do this shit for fun Most of that would be the love This is all I know So put on like a talent show And I pull the baddest hoes My vocal box knock all the box Even sunny days, that pink is always under guap (?) 16s and thunder knocks Main Attrakz got it locked Websites and trap spots What you need? Come and shooop Verse 3 Yeah Yeah Aye Mondre my blood bruh Bruh, blood is verything If it ain’t family Then let it be I am my own culture I made my own Earth There’s generations of funk I bang on old turf Under est-i-mate yaself N*ggas don’t know what they’re worth Bitch if I die tomorrow My net worth’ll double So in the end, all the struggling is worth the trouble Ion’t know why I’m here But I’m leaving for a reason M.A.N., L.O.D., the dopest n*ggas breathin’ Verse 4 Yeah Yeah Aye Tan Mike classics Five star n*ggas Real 90s babies Born star in the building Y’all some n*gga bitches Pourin’ out ya feelin’s My n*ggas get high and catch a appetite for killin’ Low key mobbing, but it ain’t hard to spot it Blue (?) smoke all in my brain, call it Dennis Rodman Chap 1, Chap 2, Gon’ show the world just what it do Superman horror film, killin’ shit, don’t make a move Bitch Don’t make a move Verse 5 Chop me and snort me in Break me down and roll me up Soak me like a sauna Watch my videos and load it up Who dey wanna be? Us What she wanna do? Fuck If she under 17, might just let her go dip and suck I ain’t got no time for games Look around hoe, ain’t none of us lame If I look up in the mirror, see your face, I’ll be ashamed Fuck I gotta lie for? Livin’ hood rich I’ll prolly die a rich nigga poor Raw like coke from Singapore Fuck I gotta lie for? Livin’ hood rich I’ll prolly die a rich nigga poor Raw like coke from Singapore Fuck I gotta lie for? Livin’ hood rich I’ll prolly die a rich nigga poor Raw like coke from Singapore