I been on some goon shit
Now I’m up to big bad
Boss level Bizzy
I got everybody big mad

Run me all the coins and the rubies
And the gold bars
Imma need that for the team
We some Monstars
Knocking over cop cars
Got em all off guard
Now they all clutching they jewels
Hella awkward
Chunk the deuce
And vamoose
Young nigga with the juice
Like Pac, Q, and pamplemousse
Qpocaveli
I get reckless in the booth
Y’all are feckless
Need a scope for any shot that I would shoot
Hi haters
I see you taken aim
Shoulda trained at least for half as long
As you spent on the name
I got no respect for the fame
I got no respect for the game
The only thing that I respect
Is facility with the flame
See you and me ain’t the same
The only reason I came
Is to rain down pain
On everybody in my lane
You came a long way
But homie this is the end
I made this shit my life
While y’all were playing pretend

I been on some goon shit
Now I’m up to big bad
Boss level Bizzy
I got everybody big mad

Okay I’m vibed out
Knives out
Short with the thighs
Don’t enjoy the killing
But the blood brings my eyes out
Eyh
The things we do for fashion
The things we do when we find out
Your fashion from a fascist
Nazi punks can fuck off
And the mods too
I’ll bloc myself out Black
Like all my mobs do
Antifa creepers smoking reefers
With the peepers low
Ski mask gas mask
We asking for all the smoke