[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan]
I love to smoke that loud pack sh**, I love to get that cash
I need a red bone b**h with a Big "O" Fat Ass
She's a down a** chick that's the kind of ladies that I like
Like real talk my dawg I ain't even gonna tell lies
Rollin' on the streets Out Con tennis ball choppa packin'
Blasting on rachets with fat a**es that we be mackin'
We some slick a** n***as we too slick with that stupid sh**
We ain't ashamed we just swagin' lanes to this muthaf**in turnt up music sh**
By the end of day, I will never go away
n***as still gon hate cause b**h I'm gettin' more cake
f** what you thank (think) cause you f** n***as be fake
f** with my crew one more call and your a** gon be in the lake
We some hot boys, we make hot noise
Catch your a** slippin' we gon hit you with that top boy
It ain't my birthday but I need a big booty hoe
f** that b**h down & you know I tell that b**h ROO!
[Verse 2: Danny G]
These muthaf**as really tryna start sh**
What coinkeedink we got beef to cook
Rollin' round in white and black like a bunch of psychopaths
Don't be shy to ask, y'all already know the streets is shook
Oh my God, Oh my gosh, look y'all it's the hot dogs
No ball franks when my dralls hang but them walls bang when I pop off
b**h you's a buster, i say that with deep pa**ion
Bustin' at you hoes rolling down the window with bombing monster beats bashin'
Never gave a f** what you funky b**hes saying
Cause this crazy sh** stay in my muthaf**in' system playing
Slayin' these hoes maine old a** crooner f**ers get Rogaine
We f**ing these b**hes not loving these b**hes 100% for the dough maine
We pro game that's the realest spitting to the haters and phasers ducking
Getting this function b*atch it's nothin' criminal sh** for these cutesy pumpkins yah
My bottom b**h told me life is too tricky
When I make your b**h squirt that ketchup sh** gon get sticky
Yeah get with it don't get twisted this the muthaf**in clique yo
You disagree s** my mouthaf**in' dick hoe with ketchup
[Verse 3: The Majedi]
Blood dripping out my nose I'm tellin y'all it's ketchup
Bra** knuckles in my hand I'm bout to f** some flesh up
You f**ers better catch up because I'm out ahead
They call me The Majedi cause I'm the Jedi Majed
You're better off dead then tryna fight us
Because our swag is on point you tryna bite us
And you gon learn to like us or you gon die tonight
Cause you can be superman but this is kryptonite
And I might trip tonight and k** some brain cells
Locked on my mind I handle ball and chains well
Cause I feel unstable I think I'm insane
But also I feel like Django because I'm unchained
I don't think I'm bi polar big do have mood swangs
While I'm looking down on you atop the food chain
We're Outer Concept bro nobody better than
Us these your last rites I'll call the reverend