[Verse 1: Demotus]

Fuck being broke
Got out my bands of that back of them porches
Not regular forces
We will not stop till we all got them porsches
Fuck that designer bitch I'm the designer
They say we lit like some torches
That metamorphous
Come in yo crib and we show you extortion
Come try my clique you'll get bodied
You cannot run with horses
I think that trappings my hobbie
Fuck n***a please try to rob me
Don't play no dumb shit, I enter the function
You know that that shit gon' get rowdy
Only real n***as around me
We are the kings of the county
All of this kush got me drowsy
I just might flex in a Audi
Then watch these haters get mad
Then ask them why are you pouting
I run the races man, fuck all that hating man
I'm bout creations creating shit
Bitch I been working we making hits
They come around cause we making it
Aye, Ya, they come around cause we making it
I just fuck her for the sake of it
Turn a pig into some bacon bits
You don't know nothing bout pounds
Got choppers that might lay you down
These n***as been sleeping so I leave em leaking
This violent shit keep me aroused
Aye, dusting my prints of them rounds
The silencer silence the sound
Them n***as ain't fuck with me then
Now they all fuck with me now
I sit back and get my girl to shoty
Turn a fucking function to a murder party
Dead presidents them franklins on me
Rad Kidz thats my fucking army, aye