[verse 1]
Yuh, hop out the coup
My homies getting this loot
Yuh‚ bring it to deuce just know that
We never ‘gon lose
Yuh‚ i got nothing to prove
That’s how i be keeping my cool
Yuh‚ got only one rule
If you fuck with me, then we shoot
Motherfuckers get to acting crazy
Make my getaway off in a black mercedes
With the windows tinted, we ain’t packing baileys
Fuck the milk‚ it’s the cheese that we racking daily
Then we party all day and night
Like our name pinkie pie
Party cannon shoot us through the roof
That’s how we get high
Too many opps on my nose i get the
Bankroll then go drip turn to ice like it
Froze hunnids and thousands of gold
Bits make it rain on the floor i am that
Cold dude that you see on the low
Young buck turned into a colt turned into a
Cult why you saying we ain’t got shooters
You a loser little fillie stay low
[chorus]
Aye, no id, no id‚ no id go off
‘til i d.i.e. then i’ll crush these fools like an mp3 won’t see no
Peace ‘til i see my piece fuck the peace corps tryna take my chi
There’s gonna be a face off, finna take one of they face off leave
‘em with no id, breathe
[verse 2]
John wick with the magics
Purple dragons like an acid
Getting bits is a habit
Spend it all on raf bitch
This zipper ain’t no plastic
Princess life, live lavish
Go stupid go manic
Wait, i don't be making no ballads
It's power hour, vultures are
Circling round the towers i just want
All of the smoke like i'm chrysalis draining your
Shit like it's down the shower go make like
Bird box, best you cover your eyes
'cause the hunter are out to gouge' em
I'm on my third rock, that means when i attack
You could never break down the outcome aye
Either way imma get 'em ain't got no
Plan or an algorithm i dead' em as
Quickly as tirek and discord joining all of
Their forces for armageddon so please
Step off the steez ain't none of you rats
Could get half the cheese that i get
Or the motherfucking energy that i rep
Cer be the family 'til my death bitch
[verse 2]
Yuh, hop out the coup
My homies getting this loot
Yuh, bring it to deuce just know that
We never ‘gon lose
Yuh, i got nothing to prove
That’s how i be keeping my cool
Yuh, got only one rule
If you fuck with me, then we shoot
Motherfuckers get to acting crazy
Make my getaway off in a black mercedes
With the windows tinted, we ain’t packing baileys
Fuck the milk, it’s the cheese that we racking daily
Then we party all day and night
Like our name pinkie pie
Party cannon shoot us through the roof
That’s how we get high
Too many opps on my nose i get the
Bankroll then go drip turn to ice like it
Froze hunnids and thousands of gold
Bits make it rain on the floor i am that
Cold dude that you see on the low
Young buck turned into a colt turned into a
Cult why you saying we ain’t got shooters
You a loser little fillie stay low
[chorus]
Aye, no id, no id, no id go off
‘til i d.i.e. then i’ll crush these fools like an mp3 won’t see no
Peace ‘til i see my piece fuck the peace corps tryna take my chi
There’s gonna be a face off, finna take one of they face off leave
‘em with no id, breathe