[Fes Taylor:]
Yo, catch 'em in Williamsburg, I might kill his bird
It's kinda like Revenge of the Nerds

You ^!$$%s is turds, I flush on ^!$$%s
Over a couple of figures, that's my word
Thirty grand make a ^!$$% switch plans

Realize that ya man trynna get you a scam
My gun don't jam, it drum roll beer
All they saw was an unknown man, Taylor Conan

Both hands squeezing his throat glands, squeezing like !@%!e cans
Fresh Air Fund seasonal program
We the reason they even know fam

He was Blue Cheesing it, eating off old jams
And we ain't get paid for %#@!
Kinda like what a slave would get, %#@!

I'm bout to get my Suge Knight on
Pull my hammer out the drawer, throw my hoodie right on
I hang a ^!$$% from the terrace

He looking like food all I need is a beverage
Thirsty to pull the trigger, first we was ^!$$%s
Now I think about how to dump the ^!$$% in the river

Funny how money change close friends
Brand new attitude, laying low in the Benz
$#&@ a freestyle, everything cost a fee now

Like paper for my lawyer, in case I see trial
Took a bow like Rihanna, I made a promise
To my old earth, I'm a be all that I can be, mama

You see karma's a mutha$#&@a, it's Tony Tucker
I don't take ya (*##$ on dates, I only $#&@ her
These old school ^!$$%s is $#&@ing washed up

I Tide Clorox ^!$$%s, so homey squash what
If I don't get every dollar of my bread
I'm a send the rottweilers for ya head, mutha$#&@a