[Verse 1: Mart]You other rappers are tone deafI’m better than y’all and I’m half deafMake a sneak diss and I’ll come for your neckPeople more predictable than a bum with a bounce checkI do better off the dome than you do writing at homeAt 2AM I got strings pulled like Al CaponePeople tellin’ me that I should leave the subject aloneBut bitch, I’m out here in my zoneThese days I’m feelin’ bettеr than everIn fact, I’m talking more shit than Conor McGrеgor‘Cause I’m Lex with that Luger‘Boutta hop in yo’ fuckin’ dreamsAnd turn ‘em nightmares like Freddy Kreuger, listen[Verse 2: Henry Draw]She do her dance on a brick, she holdin’ it togetherI’m tying up loose ends for your noose to NetherYou gettin’ sick and you coughin’ but you blamin’ the weatherShe ask me for some leather for her outfit, but I sayI’m sorry but I don’t got any, all of my clothes is CottoneeSmokin’ up on the collard green, you ain’t got no more class than meYou can not rap like me, just check the sheetI live so motherfuckin’ sweet, you be floatin’ off of the beatI’m fuckin’ it up, I’m fuckin’ up the cityAnything But Love, I need more money than 50Curtis, my systems are designed to make you nervousYou take my name and rearrange the letters, and I get you there[Chorus: Zach Vaz]Get back to the pen, get back to the pageI’m not doing enough, call me out in the faceI ain’t trippin’ nothin’, but I ain’t on a stageWork it out, fill it out, or waste damp in a cageGet back to the pen, get back to the page (Oooh)I’m not doing enough, call me out in the face (Nobody)I ain’t trippin’ nothin’, but I ain’t on a stage (Nobody)Work it out, fill it out, or waste damp in a cage (Nobody)[Verse 3: Ryan Dove]Uhh, making this bread, I ain’t talkin’ whole wheatIt took me a day, it took you a whole week, uhGot her open like French door, your breath stink, need a MentosOn this beat I go mental, I own the whip, no rentalFeel so presidential, mom made me accidental, uhhCan’t write me off like a pencil, I’ll twist you up like a pretzelShe wanna see the weenie, call that Oscar MayerI’m just killing shit, call that Michael Myers[Chorus: Zach Vaz]Get back to the pen, get back to the pageI’m not doing enough, call me out in the faceI ain’t trippin’ nothin’, but I ain’t on a stageWork it out, fill it out, or waste damp in a cageGet back to the pen, get back to the page (Oooh)I’m not doing enough, call me out in the face (Nobody)I ain’t trippin’ nothin’, but I ain’t on a stage (Nobody)Work it out, fill it out, or waste damp in a cage (Nobody)[Bridge: Noah Murray, Zach Vaz]Hold on to me, baby, roll up the weed(Get back to, back to the, get back to the, back to the)Hold on to me, baby, roll up the weed(Get back to, back to the, get back to the, back to the)Hold on to me, baby, roll up the weed(Get back to, back to the, get back to the, back to the)Hold on to me, baby, roll up the weed(Get back to, back to the, get back to the, back to the)[Verse 4: Noah Murray]Hold on to me, baby, roll up the weedSeat buckle, chain heavyWindows down, summer heatYeah, I’m with my motherfucking dogsGetting high, breaking lawsCarefree, nothing matters, no sir, not at all[Outro: Ryan Dove]Bitch!
