[Chorus: lil booj]
Put it back
Out here thumbin' all this cash
And it’s too much in the hand it make a rubber band snap
Watch him lack
He in a hammock layin' flat
I'ma tip that old boy over like it’s kosher under wraps (Water)
Met this bitch on a catamaran call her Saran cause you know that‘s a wrap
And I hear you talkin' out your ass somebody tell that’s cap
You work at Costco pushing all the samples
Should try it differently I think you need new angles

[Verse 1, i'm geist]
Don’t try to make amends with me I swear I rather die
And if you want to talk authority
I’ll step all on your pride
I got graveyards filled with enemies
I swear it’s quite a sight
If you’re not fucking with Biteki
Better pull up with the knife
Me and booj in demand
Last time I checked you’re a loser, no fans
You’re making mid and I’m making the bands
I know your girl yeah she’s good with her hands
Sitting back I’ve got the world all figured out now
You’re on your ass handing samples like a damn clown
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