| We can rock and we can roll |
| Forget about your thoughts and lose control |
| Look into my eyes and you see my soul |
| Just go ahead, let your head bang, and say, * * * |
| Locked like nun twat, block-block gun shots |
| Rum got, this one hot, fun to run from cops |
| Fuckin kumquats, I’mma make your lung stop |
| Your tongue drops, if you don’t wanna play Tech Nina some rot |
| (Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne) |
| Lemon and Sprite with Hennessy |
| Women in tights, feminine dikes, I’m so finicky |
| You got two friends textin I’m up in that trinity |
| 151 gonna finish me, sin it begins to enter me |
| Then an enemy finna be in the sea |
| Never would they replenish he |
| Rock star shit, Allahu Akhbar bitch |
| I drop hard hits, with the angel rock bar lit |
| A five star chick on this rock hard dick |
| Cause my guap large, trick, and you can’t stop our grit |
| Dru and Tech, you respect |
| The tool’ll get, right through your neck |
| If you neglect, to choose a set |
| You can bet, Dragon Crew’s a threat |
| Smashin through the jet to do the steps in Budapest |
| And chew the check, so ruler gets |
| Gouda yes, that’s when you the best |