OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE

[Intro]
Fishy, you're such a sussy baka

[Verse 1: Yung Fishy]
Face it boy, I'm just out of your league
Me Pasty and Manny, we livin' the dream
You offer me money, I'm kind of intrigued
And I break down your walls like I'm playing Siege
Man, I can't lie, I'm really enjoying this beat
Rap battle me, and you leave in defeat
I met her just last week, and now Yung Fishy is her treat!
Yeah, I got a big ego, I'm better than Tiko, I'm eating Doritos
I'm the best rapper, yeah, I got the cheat code
This guy think he funny, yeah not even slightly
You know who you are, leaking my IP
Everyone left you, and now you're whining
You are not finished, that's what I'm deciding
It is on sight, yeah, come and fight me (Mint Blizzard)
Out of your league, just get away from me
Yeah, I'm flying overseas with Pasty and Manny
Making cheddar, making cheese, and you know that that is me
Yeah, I'm out of your league, yeah, I'm out of your league, ayy!

[Verse 2: Lil Pasty]
Out of your league, I'm out of your speed (Zoom)
I'm already pushing 3 Gs (Ayo)
Out of your league, Fishy and Manny and me
Ran it up and got receipts
Waking up next to my team
Don't need anyone else to believe
Now I got chump chains
Couple these bills together, order like 2K
Got good aim
Leaving flowers where my opps, they once lay
I know I'ma make it big day
Y'all know my name one day
Money counter with the panda
I can't stand ya, might just damn ya
Diamonds hard to keep my hands up
Brand new hands is showing up
Homie said I'm blowing up
I said, nah, I'm going dumb
Golden rubber ducky, got a hundred floating in the tub
Maple syrup in my tummy, got me feeling funny (Funny)
All I know count money (Ha)
All I know count money

[Verse 3: mannyily]
Uh, count money
Gas got me floating, I'm acting so funny
I'm making money you never gon' see
Cause I'm grinding, you know I be doing it monthly
Locking on me, make you jump like a bunny
I'm making moves and you know I be stunning
I tell her don't you come over, I'm up now
I cannot stand when people be asking for something
Hitting me up for some guap I know you don't got
You talk about me and you think that you finna shot
I roll with the beam and I roll with the Glock
Pull up on me, now you begging to stop
I got a Kardashian looking girl in my bedroom
If you talking down on me or Yung Fishy
Choppa gon' catch you, heh