[Intro: 3AG Pilot]
(Don't play with him)
(Hoodrich)

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh)
You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch, I can't even find my shirt
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit, then we gon' make something work

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
N***a, I ain't have no way, I still made something work
Mixing up the lemonade, I feel like Kobe off this purp'
Feel like Kat Stacks off the molly, she wanna eat me like desert
Her n***a trippin', put him on a shirt, but ain't nobody makin' merch
Put this molly on her tongue, she don't wanna tell nobody
Hold that down, bitch don't hit my DM, ho, I'm not Yo Gotti
[?], cocaine, I got nothing but Fishscale on my body
Blow exotic, pounds on me, I make the trap a trending topic
It's an off day, but I treat this bitch just like a usual
This a one-of-one, but you know I got two of 'em
These n***as dubs, in that foreign, I'm losin' 'em
Trappin' home improvement, call us and then move 'em
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh)
You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch, I can't even find my shirt
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit, then we gon' make something work

[Verse 2: TrapStarMula]
Muddy Mula Savage, my young n***as ride with yoppas
I'm a rich n***a, this a thousand dollar baby bottle
I'm the biggest man on campus, I ain't go to college
I just bought me a brand new chopper, Playboi Carti, what?
All these bitches try their hardest to get next to me
I'm finesse kid, bitch, I wish you'd try finessing me
Draco got a kickback, make a n***a do the Harlem Shake
Muddy Mula Savage, pull up with that bitch and quake

[Bridge: TrapStarMula]
Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage
Pull up with that bitch and let it quake
Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage
Draco make him do the Harlem Shake
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Mismatch designer all the time
I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind
I'm geeked the fuck up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies
I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh)
You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him
I'm in this bitch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him
What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round
Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down
I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs
I'm geeked the fuck up in this bitch, I can't even find my shirt
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Can't make no way up out this shit, then we gon' make something work

[Outro: 10kDunkin]
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy)
RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church
Probably prayed for this at church