Project 2025

[Intro: relo]
What can you tell us about mylancore? And how is it, you know, any different. What separates it and what makes it mylancore?
(Kill the noise like Bazz-B)

[Chorus: MIA Beaz]
It was me, blood, cuz, and Cudi, we got high as fuck
New carts look like a double pump, you take a hit, you fucked
Nigga talkin' like this shit was easy, shit was super rough
This Gucci spray on me, plus my swag, could get yo' mom fucked
Shoes so expensive, you ain't know they look like Tom's, huh
Ain't no countdown, you just heard "Boom," 'cause the bomb tucked
Nigga, I'm beyond turnt, nigga, you won't find us (Turnt)
Mylan made a whole new wave, you behind us

[Bridge: proxy1800]
Everyone is dead
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Okay, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: proxy1800 & relo]
Pussy niggas ain't on shit
Bitch, I buy my own shit
I handle my own shit
Dead shot, I won't miss
I got niggas sick about a bitch, they know they can't hit
We got ARPs and hollow tips, that get ya head spilt
Bitch, I'm the man, all the hoes gon' do my dance
I got magic, Peter Pan
You want static? Kiss the Glock
I don't care 'bout what you sayin'
I do not fuck wit' Americans, my new ho Himalayan
You get sniped just like that president if you just think I'm playin'
I turn all my hoes to gothic
Ski mask up, run me your pockets
Stole his keys and stole his wallet
As a kid, I was obnoxious
Nothin' changed, you play wit' me, I pop that shoulder out that socket
We got hella sticks, I told my gang, "Let's put some up for auction"
Gotta movin' cold, 'cause I know grimey niggas keep on watchin'
(You are not watchin' the bag work; gang, gang)

[Verse 2: relo]
Bag work central, I'm on both feet (I'm on both feet)
This bitch gon' OD off me, she a whole fein (She a whole fein)
I'm the coldest nigga ever if you ask me (If you ask me)
Think he hot shit, we gon' kill the noise like Bazz-B (We gon' hush)
​relo in this bitch, pockets bigger than that Lashley (Uh-huh)
Whip his shit like Lewis Hamilton, like nobody gon' pass me (Nobody do that)
Last nigga that was capped out is hella trashy (Bitch)
That's why niggas movin' scary, Tisdale Ashley (Like Ashley)
Huh, dropped some cops and then I came back home murkin' shit (Huh)
So don't tell me that I'm lazy, boy, I'm workin', bitch (I'm workin')
Crazy nigga, like I'm Quan Chi, I be warpin' shit (I be warpin' shit)
Tryna fill up my shoes, it's not proportionate (What?)
Let's go band-for-band, I'ma stand by my guap (Huh)
This shit goin' head-to-head with yo' bitch, she give me top (She give me top, nigga)
Niggas actin' like it's recess with the waves, hopscotch (Hopscotch)
Fix his shit up like I'm Felix, nigga, I don't need no scotch (I'on need scotch, nigga)
In the cut everyday, man, that's something you can't botch (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm goin' up, 2025, you better watch, nigga (You better watch, nigga)

[Bridge: relo]
Bag work central, I'm on both feet (I'm on both feet)
This bitch gon' OD off me, she a whole fein (She a whole fein)
I'm the coldest nigga ever if you ask me (If you ask me)
Think he hot shit, we gon' kill the noise like Bazz-B

[Chorus: MIA Beaz]
It was me, blood, cuz, and Cudi, we got high as fuck
New carts look like a double pump, you take a hit, you fucked
Nigga talkin' like this shit was easy, shit was super rough
This Gucci spray on me, plus my swag, could get yo' mom fucked
Shoes so expensive, you ain't know they look like Tom's, huh
Ain't no countdown, you just heard "Boom," 'cause the bomb tucked
Nigga, I'm beyond turnt, nigga, you won't find us (Turnt)
Mylan made a whole new wave, you behind us

[Post-Chorus: MIA Beaz]
Still tryna serve shit
I ain't eat, it's dirty Sprite that made me burp, bitch
X bro out if he lyin', we don't chirp shit
I ain't waitin' on yo' mans to swing, I want the first hit
Grab a bottle, pop it in the store, I want the first sip
Thirty claps will send you up to God, this a Church clip
Fuck, Paul George would've been rich off that first swish
I got drunk as fuck off the first sip
The usual too much, I got the worst rizz
If you wanna see me, come and see, I take the worst pics
Nigga, if you turn down the street, I make you turn, bitch