[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]

Alright, we're live from the homies backyard

And today we got Doe Beezy stepping in the cypher

Oh, really?

Yeah, oh, really?

Big Doe Beezy, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Muhfuckin' king of Cleveland speakin', you hear me? (Yeah)

Real band money gang, real band murder gang, man

Topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man

Step on everything, hold on

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Machine Gun Kelly]

All this water on my wrist

You try this shit you gon' get drenched

Barely shoot 'cause I got rich but still drop thirty off the bench

Should've upped that bitch quick, but he was too latе

Forty hittin' that bitch like Creshawn and Bluefacе, uh

You ain't wit' the shits then you can't spinwith us

You ain't murder gang, can't name no gangsta shit you did with us (Haha), uh

Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up

He tried to score on me like DraftKings I blew his ticket up

Used to be a problem, they had me banned at Rolling Loud

Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch, blow in the crowd (Haha)

Run your chicken up, boy, all that broke shit outta style

Big steppa, two feet in, don't get out of bounds

Tried my white boy and he got whacked

Dragged him out the club like I'm security, damn, I forgot I rap (Damn)

Ask 'em, I be front line, Beezy don't sit in the back, grr

Put you on a shirt for cheap, it look like TJ Maxx

MGK my nigga, never met Cudi

Ain't saying he ain't from Cleveland, I just never met buddy (Haha)

Demon not a preacher, I can't go like Corey Bapes

A nigga play then, I'ma go out like Q Money

Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch, I ain't gon' miss

I don't miss when I'm on hits and I damn sure don't miss a bitch

We on your strip, uh

Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz

Thought I was recording 'em on my Story

He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh, really?

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

Y'all should listen when I'm spitting 'cause I'm really saying somethin'

There's a difference between who's authentic and portraying somethin' (Hahaha)

There's a difference between independence and your label frontin'

Like there's a difference between being legendary

And just having your name buzzin'

Blood don't mean nothin', I'm closer with Slim than my real cousin

Fuck twelve, Jojo's down thirteen, that's a baker's dozen (Hahaha)

Ate a chicken leg playin' Chicken Head while her face thumpin'

The friction from it make noise like when a cricket's legs rubbin'

I was aiming for her mouth, couldn't control it, now her hair crunchy

Left and hit Dover Street Market, spent a hundy (Hahaha)

I'm a serial fashion killer like Ted Bundy

I spend it all on Saturday, I could be dead Sunday

I'm really nice with this, I watch reaction videos

You missed some bars so I need you to listen twice to this

Like if I say I'm a monster, I don't mean metaphorically

I mean I'm genetically spliced with it

Lyrically Christ with it, fear of God Nike fit

My boy Bean used to have crack inside his Nike kicks (Hahaha)

That's not my lane, give me a beat, don't care what type it is

I'm 'bout to recite viruses on whoever's mic this is

Y'all won't give me my flowers, but y'all hypin' this?

Ears must be damaged, someone Mike Tyson'd it (Hahaha)

The flow's tight like Ice Spice's fit

But my ricks loose like my 4X white tee in 2006

Ayy, I've known Doe Boy since 2006

I really opened for Gucci Mane in 2006 (Hahaha)

I used to drop songs and only get two thousand clicks

Now I can stack plaques up like two thousand bricks

All my boys self-employed got the banks, no Lloyd

At the crib lotta toys, got a kid, no LAROI (Haha)

Got the fridge with LaCroix's, smokin' loud, fuck the noise

Used her throat not her voice, she ate the nut like Almond Joy

I got a driver he pulls up, go "beep, beep"

Actin' like I ever quit rappin', y'all sleep, sleep (Hahaha)

I wore some pink and now he thinkin' I'm sweet, sweet

We left the club and cooked his ass like street meat

Feelin' like Cam'ron turn the camera on

Look at the Jewels reppin' the O-Boy not the Juelz Santana song (Hahaha)

I've had this number too damn long

Don't hit me if it's not 'bout money

I want my texts green like Samsung

[Outro: Doe Boy]

Yeah, you know the fuck goin' on, man

Cleveland stand up, man (Hahaha)

Beezy, man, you heard me?

Y'all come holler at us we wanna make it through that city

See you at the top, etch up! (Hahaha)