ALL I HAVE TO SAY

[Intro: Kid Cole]
Y-Y-You don’t want no smoke with us, we riders, and we ride
Puttin' Foresight on the map, better fuck with it or die
And we pull up with the blicks, New York City, I reside
But the clique around the globe, we are national
(LLouis suck it bitch, hahaha!)

[Verse 1: Kid Cole]
Y-Y-You don’t want no smoke with us, we riders, and we ride
Puttin' Foresight on the map, better fuck with it or die
And we pull up with the blicks, New York City, I reside
But the clique around the globe, we are national, and I
Don't fuck with you lames and you weirdos on my dick
I don't fuck with you kids on the web whos talkin' shit
All of you are losers and you wish you were with us
Establishin' our name and we kick you from the trust
I said, you better not talk, fuck is up? Look at my eyes
Akuma come up strapped, and youngest got the prize
Foresight is the gang, doin' numbers, going up
T-T-Tired of this BS, can you all just please shut up?
I said, wrist bleed, you test me, fuck you don't test me
Tired of the bullshit, get funky on the left-E
Dance, we on the block, Daesean ridin' with the clock
And you fuckin' with clique and the clique gon' have you done
I said one-two-three-four, losin' all my patience
Run your fuckin' mouth, and they're 'boutta be some patients
Up, we rock in Memphis, Serena like we tennis
Pull up on my ass, why the fuck you in my mentions?
Riders ain't my riders, so please don't hit my phone
Pull up, 69’ers, get the Clippers on the hoes
My homies ride, Chicago and we beat 'em like we Bulls, damn
If we catch him lackin', you know that we gon' go ham
Talkin', talk a dozen you talking that shit for nothin'
Just remember you're my son and without me you'd be nothin'

[Interlude: salemkuma & Kid Cole]
Uh, hold up Cole, you can't-, you can't say that, uh, you can't say that.​
Yeah bitch, keep 'em, just remember I'm your dad bitch

[Verse 2: salemkuma]
Black vest, lookin' on my phone, to find yo' address
Uber everywhere, I'm gonna pop him like he abscess
Full access, all up in yo' crib, I'm here to snatch necks
If you don't want no smoke, then you should prolly try to lack less
We bad as fuck, if you try to play me, got me mad as fuck
You gon' take this L, all yo' homies gon' be sad as fuck
Got a oppie, in this dutch, spark it quick, this shit is gas as fuck
Got a lil' bitch, and she gon' fuck on me, no matter what
Catch me curb stompin', when I'm ridin' out with sensei
Bitch, I am myself, don't give a fuck 'bout what yo' men say
Intense hate, fillin' up my DM's, writin' essays
You will never be my brother, you will never be my Ese

[Bridge: salemkuma]
Hello sexy mama, said please, just hit my phone on the fuckin' corner, serve crack and keep a chrome
Hittin' up Kid Cole, gave me the beat and the flow
You should keep on talkin' hot, bet I hit you and yo' bro, like
Hello sexy mama, said please, just hit my phone on the fuckin' corner, serve crack and keep a chrome
Hittin' up Kid Cole, gave me the beat and the flow, I'ma suck his fuckin' toes-

[Outro: Kid Cole & salemkuma]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! What?
What the fuck? Oh, my bad.​ You're sus as fu-!