[Intro]
Yo Christian.. (What?)
I hope you're ready for this.. (What're you talking about man? What're you talking about?)
Just be ready, we about to end your career.. (NOOOOOO!)
[Verse 1: Nick]
I promised Ricky and Alex that I'mma k** it
Runnin' through them n***as and dollas on virgin gaming
I'm hustlin'
I bet 100 with every n***a I play with
Tell Christian we comin
We f**in' it up this summer
[Verse 2: Marco]
Now look Christian with your new jetta
Filho, you can do better
These rhymes, they never let up
Beatstreet, can't get your bread up
See I'm clearly the best
And you're merely a pest
Cause my mothaf**in' rhymes are puttin' holes in your chest
[Verse 3: Nick]
Ha, Gatorade bottles, lotta dippin
Tryna hide it I'm sorry you're such a shady n***a
Don't mind me just saying that you get no women
Roids for years and you ain't even get any bigger
[Verse 4: Marco]
Ha, and I don't even ask the price on 'em
I got the new merc vapors, get your dip off 'em
I got the neuer, got the mueller, I go bayern on 'em
I treat that p**y like it's pirlo, I go cla** on 'em
Beat it up, I'm gettin heated up
When I say I'm drunk, it's all about that flip cup
[Verse 5: Nick]
b**h I'm talkin' beer pong, last cup, hands is up
I never f** with Christian because his snow parties s**
Me and Marc, heatin' up
[Verse 6: Marco]
He lying, we on fire
But when I knock this sh** off, I'mma go and buy some philly sh**
I'm talkin' 'bout that Cafe Liz, look at Misha she agrees
You let up another goal, we score, and everybody screams
[Verse 7: Nick]
b**h I'm hot as Wasabi, in Christian's mommy
In a club with some models, who always be poppin' molly
I ain't playin, I'm just sayin, we bringin' the tsunami
Got 100 in my army, Christian's raps are f**in' corny
(Biiiiiitch)
(Yo,Yo.. Lemme hear that sh**..)