[Producer Tag: CLINT COMPOSE]
Aye, DoeDoe, whatchu on?

[Intro: Scru Face Jean]
Heheh (Heheh, heheh)
Look (Look, look)

[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
Please stop the cappin', I see that you act like you king of the city (You ain't king of this shit!)
I don't give a damnie, I went to Miami, I linked wit' the jitty (Had to link wit' the boy!)
I stay wit' my bruddas 'cause if I jump out the window, they'll come wit' me, uh (I know they comin' right now)
Yeah, they'll come and get me, but you n***as be iffy, aye (Heheh, we comin' right now)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Causе this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to us (Bitch! Yеah!)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Cause this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to us (Heheh, whoa! Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean]
Lame to us, you n***as ain't dangerous, you pussies is mangy mutts (Facts)
Bangers bust? You bitch hear bangers bust, prolly shit and then stain yo' trunks (Haha!)
Angel dust, it gotta be angel dust if they think they can hang wit' us ([?])
Yo' chain is tucked 'cause all of the gang wit' us rollin' thick as Topanga's butt (Heheh, damn)
Bang on ya, they'll remove ya, call them "Super Koopas" 'cause they flamin' stuff (Skrrt!)
Ante up, my dog a shoota, give him Eukanuba and his chain'll bust (Bah-Bah-Bah!)
My anger up, squad like Ubers, when I call, they move up, better save it, bruh (Skrrt-Skrrt!)
Or save ya bruh, 'cause I ain't the Savior, bruh, He forgives, we ain't makin' up (Heheh, grrah!)
I'm takin' stuff, hit the deck or pussies kiss the chef 'cause I'm aproned up (Yeah!)
I hate the stuff, but where I rep', they cookin' crystal meth' like n***as bakin' stuff (Real talk)
It ain't a bluff, razor blades and fuckin' paper plates create a way for cous' (Hoo!)
He papered up, but that shit be breakin' us, and that shit be lame to us (Heheh, facts)
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean]
Please stop the cappin', I see that you act like you king of the city (You ain't king of this shit!)
I don't give a damnie, I went to Miami, I linked wit' the jitty (Had to link wit' the boy!)
I stay wit' my bruddas 'cause if I jump out the window, they'll come wit' me, uh (I know they comin' right now)
Yeah, they'll come and get me, but you n***as be iffy, aye (Heheh, we comin' right now)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Cause this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to us (Bitch! Yeah!)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Cause this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to— (Heheh, whoa!)

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE & Scru Face Jean]
Ooh, promise you, young PE$O just bein' honest, bruh, we don't do makin' up
I pull the chopper out, it's finna take him up (Grrah!)
Talk behind back, but, in person, won't say, "What's up?"
Pillow talkin' on the 'Net, told him, "Lay it up" (Yeah)
Pillow talkin' wit' a bitch, that should say enough (Ooh, damn)
Twenty-three, but all my life, I been raisin' son (Heheh)
Crazy thing is all this time, you can't race for one
Crazy thing: you in a notepad, writin' 'bout anime baddies (Uh)
I just did a verse, then I doubled my baggies
I just need a hearse, then I just need a taxi
You want it? I'm taxin', I want no reaction (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)
The silencer leave him surprised when I blast it
We don't fuck around: that's just regular, regular (Regular, regular)
Fit lookin' crisp, I don't ever drip regular (Heheh, never)
Told him, "We go toe-to-toe", but he hesistant (Why it sound like—)
Fuck a li'l channel, on my wrist where the weather is
See how I step and just watch what I'm steppin' in (Aye!)
I make for music, y'all make to be relevant
Come from the cloth, y'all just cut like it's edited
Yeah, stay wit' my regiment (Yeah)
PE$O feel heaven-sent, demons won't let him in
Watch how I fuck up the game, then I settle in (Heheh)
Virgin to metal, the metal gon' get him did
[Chorus: Scru Face Jean & PE$O PETE]
Please stop the cappin', I see that you act like you king of the city (Yeah, you ain't king of this shit! Huh?!)
I don't give a damnie, I went to Miami, I linked wit' the jitty (Had to link wit' the boy!)
I stay wit' my bruddas 'cause if I jump out the window, they'll come wit' me, uh (I know they comin' right now)
Yeah, they'll come and get me, but you n***as be iffy, aye (Heheh, we comin' right now)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Cause this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to us (Bitch! Yeah!)
That shit be lame to us, that shit be lame to us (Yeah! Yeah!)
'Cause this ain't a game to us, so that shit be lame to us (Heheh, whoa! Yeah!)