[Lyric] Elizabeth Fraiser (The Great Outdoors)

Competition kick rocks I'm holy like ribbed socks
Foot fetish, kickbox, I pack raps in Ziplocks
Fresher than your local grocer
Niggas talk ___ in the holster

You already know a nigga hotter than a toaster
Float like a ghost sit high in a coaster
I'll straight set fire to a boaster
On a bad day a nigga flyer than a poster

It's Huzzah and my crew is fucking ruthless
Run up in your spot throw your hands where your roof is
Talk shit and get a chip where your tooth is
Couldn't give a fuck took a shit where your group is

I swear you whack niggas is fucking useless
We surrounded by some cowards yo bitch I think I'm Eustace
My crew aiming at anybody you bring along
Red dot bouncing niggas thought it was a singalong