SPELLCASTERZ!!!

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, jaywalk, & koll]
I'm doin' magic, I'm on a mission, I'm causin' mischief, yeah (koll)
Don't step on my land, don't trespass, we do him tragic, I caught him trippin', yeah
I stay on my mind, on my mission, yeah, I got money on mind, I'm just talk to the band
SUICOKE sandal, don't wear no Van, young PE$O smoke ounce I ain't smokin' no gram
I got a shooter behind me, he ain't shoot lightly, I summon him like my Stand
They hatin' my shit, but I bet that they stan, I ran it up and took place and they can't
Guess I ran it up, but young PE$O had luck, oh, you got it fucked up if you don't got a plan
I'm smokin' on tree and bro' sippin' on lean, [?] in his cup, [?] shit purple like jam
They ain't wanna hear it, they told me, "Shut up", and now PE$O done cleared 'em, they wonder, "What's up?"
I done came from the—, damn, if I don't [?] you [?], you'd be fuck
Got that burner likе Wolf, boy, I'm shootin' shit up, man, I wish that he would 'cause we gеttin' him booked
I got one-hunnid mana, I promise you done, he see my bar and I bet that he run (Yeah, yeah-eah-yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: jaywalk]
He see me and he call me a wizard, [?] ([?])
Off acid, yo' bitch gon' get to lickin', bitch, I'm a wizard, I need me a witch bitch ([?], need me a witch)
This nigga sippin' on green, it's Christmas, pray for the gas, feel uplifted (Green, it's Christ—, feel like uplifted)
Empty truck, me and [?], yo' bitch, she [?], but she hang wit' the pigment (Me and [?], hang wit' the pigment)
He wanna fight? Up the stick [?], I'm gettin' high, geekin' on good stuff, don't know why I try (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm in my [?], [?] (Ah)
These niggas be so green like chives, if I don't Wock' wit' my bread, [?], yuh (Ah, ah, ah)
I [?] for the lean, man, if I spill this shit, then I'll cry, uh (Ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 3: yayu]
Huh? Hey, rooftop runtz, neither [?] seein' clear
Can't stop now, I'm the truth and I'm near, my range top-notch, at the [?], [?] a steer
Getcha face knocked off, on your boots, lookin' weird, spittin' hay non-stop, it's the roots to ya fears
Hittin' plays on God, cheat death, they playin' with the—, aye, fuck law, free [?], all the [?] a toaster
The rage of a Greek god, got a million volts, I keep the stick in the holster
Green-Green hollow tips, plant two with the two-hand grip, loaded in wit' a bigger controller
Pickin' up a sound, all you kiddies is vultures, everybody built [?] on the shit that you stole
I think the [?] is over, comedy gold rush, we hittin' the coast, you better bring me ya toaster, wait