[Verse 1: Messiah Cartiye]
Fuck Mariah Carey and that stupid ass Christmas song
This the new anthem for the weird kids to sing along
My teacher being racist and racially profiling n***as
How the fuck she still teaching inside this shitty school?
Jacking off to Rihanna just to relieve stress
My chest beating hard because I'm running out of breath
And then my vocal chords fucked up from scaring all the hoes
But I'm tryna scare the bros (what?)
N***a, I'm not homo
Sexual, I am an intellectual
Until a gently gentleman, but I'm a party animal
I'm wild for the fun of it
Isaiah, keep the beat rolling
We the best collab since we hoppеd on 'Rock the Cypher'

[Verse 2: Isaiah Keys, Messiah Cartiye & both]
I'm not a open book to opеn up
You can't read this shit
The bag busted and chilling with an eeny-teeny bitch
And Michael Jackson on the cellular, call, answer
Come with me, smoke the weed and take me back to hell wit' y'all
I'm telling her, I'm Keefe, don't believe me
Let me spit at ya
Face might melt from the heat of spitting cynical
You can be the wife, I'm the monster with the tentacles
And afterwards, smoke trays and sniff up the catnip
Cocaine makes me the fattest, raddest and baddest
Three tapes, that's a hat trick
I'm burning up a fat bitch
Then lose 'em [?] maybe have a chance to run from me
Messiah and then Keys did the verse 'cause it was fun to me
[?] is evil
My stunts like Knievel
Ring on the little finger, middle to the people
Walkin' in the street, point me out (is that Keys, bro?)
Drop the mic, rolling off the fingers like a free throw
Is that it?
And I'm still going
Never slowing down, keeping up the pace, bro
Fuck with me, you get hit in your face, bro
Ay, coppin' all the queso
Or is it K-slow?
Of this fiction that I'm spitting
I'm with it, you fuck wit' me and you dyin' in a minute
I'm freestylin', I don't even need no fucking lyrics
I'm on this fucking beat with Messiah and the villain, n***a, oh
[Hook]
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a

[Verse 3: Messiah Cartiye]
I been fire since I fell out the womb
Came out like boom, goes like dynamite
Rapping and dropping verses on mics
Hit it like I'm Tina, she didn't perm her weave
[?] ducking punches from bitches and dick riders (yes)
What's going down?
What's going down in this indie-ass room?
I'm feelin' lonely
I know that I'm a lame n***a, but I spit fire
Shit, I'm down with the rapping
Just promise she won't forget my name
Messiah Cartiye is the name
And I don't play around, Jack, I'm not new to the game
Started rapping 'bout a year ago and dropped a mixtape
It got a thousand fucking streams, I'm still treated like a piece of shit
Now I'm rapping 'bout green crocs for fun
With Isaiah and we holler at the bitches in the parking lot
I meant to say 'ladies' or 'those pretty individuals'
Or 'independent women', what the fuck you wanna call 'em?
Bitches, hoodrats, hoes, and they don't do chores
Haha, I just thought that was a funny bar to do
But, I'ma just go back to the hook
[Hook]
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Green crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a
Supreme crocs, I'm rockin' the green crocs, n***a

[Bridge: Messiah Cartiye & both]
Get the fuck out of my face
I don't wanna hear you talk, at motherfucking all
Bitch
Get the fuck out of my face
I don't wanna hear you talk, at motherfucking all

[Outro: Messiah Cartiye]
I had green crocs on the other day, and I thought I kinda looked fly, you know what I mean?
And I seen this girl
She had a fat ass but it was a guy so my brain kinda died after that
Damn