[Intro: DATPIFFMAFIA & JPEGMAFIA]
What the fu—
One eye open like a cyclops
Ran out of work, hit the trap spot
.44 tucked in the boot
Hash oil all in the coupe
I ain't got a coupe
(Hahaha hahahahahaha!)
You should know better

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
I'm almost outta sauce with it
Bitch, I'm almost outta sauce
I can't take a loss
Fuck Hugo, I'm a boss
I got the juice (Yeah)
City on my back (On my back)
Like it's a noose
You been stealin' swag
I don't approve
I been in my bag
I got the truth
Rollie on my arm
But not like you (Yee)
You gon' end up dead (What)
Out on the news, yeah
'Cause you're a Moor (Great!)
Fightin' these demons and gods
'Cause you're a Moor
(Oh, I see it
Yeah, where the rappers at?)
[Break: JPEGMAFIA & DATPIFFMAFIA]
Yeah
I can't pay no taxes
I ain't paying no taxes
I can't pay my taxes
Fuck these taxes, mane
Fuck, fuck these—
Still— all night

[Verse 2: DATPIFFMAFIA]
Double park the PT Cruiser
I am feelin' like the Ruler
On the beat I am the bruiser
I just a star, gon' run it up, ooh
I am just sayin' I swag on 'em, ooh
I had to bring out that bag on 'em, ooh
But I know that didn't make no sense
But I make dollars, I don't make no cents, uh

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA & DATPIFFMAFIA]
Rip something real quick for the n***as on the westside!
Ayy, you hear the beat, my n***a?

[Verse 3: DATPIFFMAFIA]
Bunch of motherfuckers hatin', ayy
I ain't here for debatin', uh
I am so hot when I'm whippin', uh
N***as be thinkin' I'm Cajun, uh
—you n***as played
These motherfuckers been plottin' for days
But I swear that the bitch—
All that money been spent
Real n***a tryna pay the rent
(Ayy, I didn't think it was gonna be so weird
Spinnin' dice, spittin' in the middle of the suburbs
With white people and shit)
[Outro: JPEGMAFIA]
(Are you ready?)
DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix