[Verse 1: Yung Melee]
Blazing up that woods
Smoking that sh** you wish you could
Put up my hood, pull out the dart
English isn't understood
b**h I'm hot like a furnace
Whipping these foreigns I ain't got a permit
Body your daddy I don't make disturbance
Don't know my name? f** boy better learn it
I step in the function, I'm fitter than Christ
Your thottie on me and she feeling my line
She spilled some codeine on my bogo
Hoe that's a no go
You could get smoked yo
Pull out that mac and make them drown
Put some hoes in the gown
sh** can fall to the ground when I skurt to the town
[?] me imma leave you hurt
Till you under the bus like your name was Cliff Burton
[Hook]
All you p**y a** rappers straight boring
Build a wall around my whip cause that sh** is foreign
Stop thinking you rich cause you rocking Ralph Lauren
Yeah you can sleep on me, but why you keep snoring [x4]
[Verse 2: Yung Melee]
Take a f**ing step back
One to the head [?] heart attack
[?]
You'll get smacked with the mac
Smoking gas
Talk that sh** I'll make you blast
Break your sh** you need a cast
Where's your hoe? Where's your gas?
Get the f** out of my crib
Pull out the sledge and smack you in the lip
Deck your whole house if your a** try to fib
Body your trout
Get some [?]