[Verse 1: Lord Fuego]
Young SPF you get no shine
Everything is I spit is positive just like a proton
Jimmy neutrons get they top popped back
At the liquor store where all the goonies like to slang crack
And all the sumchins make a**umptions that we got Glocks
But all we really got the same sumchins on our black co*ks
And time will tell, reading time in hotels, I'm flowing like a gazelle, trying to run from Adele
Third eye sh**
We puffin heavy bong rips
You keep talkin sh**, hit you in the mouth with Palm hits
No smacks, sh** is wack, that sh** balognie
I got your main b**h Ridin round on a pony
I don't pack heat
So sorry no Mack please
You and every other rapper out here tryna match me
Tryna match me
Tryna tryna match my steez
Every single word spoke to your girl I match with my skeet
Led posion and it don't come from a pencil
It come from a zinger bullet ain't tryna be gentle
Hide you in the lentil
I ain't oriental
But the kush blunt keep your boy from going mental
[Verse 2: Lord Fuego]
And it's evident that n***as seeking evidence that I'm the president of this rap sh** and I'm heaven sent
Third eye intelligence
Sus n***as irrelevant
I'm smoking heavy so I see planets and purple elephants
I'm a villain
Sell d** to children
f** up a lost civilian
I'm praying I'll reach a million
I'm k**in' these little kittens and spitting pure penicillin
So when you in my vicinity better know who you dealin wit