[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)
You don't wanna go that way (oh no)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (huh)
I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)
I be going in my bag (uh huh)
They be goin' MIA (okay)
You see them goons down there? (where they at?)
You don't wanna go that way (why not?)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (cha-ching)
I'ma put them in my bank (okay)
I be going in my bag (for what)
They be goin' MIA (duh)
MI- MI

[Verse 1: Lex Bratcher]
I'm missing that action
Hold up, yeah, Carole Baskin
I got the track going, they be goin' savage
Back in the lab with the stack [?]
Tell me about the raps, you don't get subs yo way
Ain't talking tweets, I'm talking automatics
Ask if I'm beat, they gon' act like they had the heat 'til they get smacked back to Akron
Hold on now, let's get back to business
Called in collect, take care of the witness
My story, true story, your shit fiction
And my [?] really rags to the riches
Ah, yeah, they don't know me
And I lay everyday, rip Kobe
Hands on my pants, they ain't tucked, hella cozy
Gotta go get more bands 'cause my bands hella lonely, yah
Look, don't bring your girl around me unless you want her to be lurking
I'ma have ya breaking up like ya had some bad service
I ruin bro-code on purpose
In a coup so low and I'm swerving
Tryna boo me 'cause midway through they catch z's
Really bozos in the circus
He, who? He ain't on time
Be cool, you don't need style
We, too, got the kids on lock
Ee-oo, put 'em in a box
We knew, that you n***as gon' op
Where I speed through sayin' please kick rocks
Watch out for the drum, and the game ain't cut
And I gotta bring the pain 'cause that thing gon' brap
[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)
You don't wanna go that way (oh no)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (huh)
I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)
I be going in my bag (uh huh)
They be goin' MIA (okay)
You see them goons down there? (where they at?)
You don't wanna go that way (why not?)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (cha-ching)
I'ma put them in my bank (okay)
I be going in my bag (for what)
They be goin' MIA (duh)

[Verse 2: Crypt]
MI- MIA, hey wait
Your girl going down, no mayday
She grip my shit like a shake weight
And this is her mission, she's addicted to Crypt like I'm a gateway
Twisting and spinning like she's a Beyblade (what?)
She reading all your messages a day late (what?)
Your girl going MIA, no paper planes
You and I both know we ain't the same
Lions don't pay no attention to sheep
So if I count my competition, I'll be going to sleep
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 guys, lay 'em in a line and they gon' reap what they sow
I sweep them under the door
You got a lot in common with my flow, you both ice cold
But, yours is to the touch, mine is to the soul
I'm running outta body bags to get your girl to Seoul
They be going in my bag
They be going in there too
But I'm going in for racks
They be going in to snooze
Make them MI- MIA
So many faces today
That I can't even say whose name is safe
But the mic and stage, it's like a fighting cage
And we face to face, and I made the way
'Cause (ayy) my flow stings just like a bee
'Cause I see red like my eyes are bleeding
You ain't got the deed to come make me
You're easy, likely to be so leave before I eat your soul
I don't give a neck because I'm a G
This dude right here? You don't wanna mess with me
'Cause the second that I catch you AFK you'll be MIA then RIP and you're deceased
[Chorus: Lex Bratcher]
Ah, you see them goons down there? (where?)
You don't wanna go that way (oh no)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (huh)
I'ma put them in my bank (cha-ching)
I be going in my bag (uh huh)
They be goin' MIA (okay)
You see them goons down there? (where they at?)
You don't wanna go that way (why not?)
I'ma put the gold in my mouth (cheese)
I'ma put the pole to your face (po')
All of these racks on me (cha-ching)
I'ma put them in my bank (okay)
I be going in my bag (for what)
They be goin' MIA (duh)
MI- MI-