BEZA

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Guess who's back in ya area?

Oh no dawg, these bars are getting scarier

I take back the times I said that I would marry ya

Why? 'Cause you scary bruh

Yeah, yea you scare me, bruh (Uh)

Halle Berry bruh (Uh)

Type of haircut

Making shows and the freshest clothes

I'm tryna be like Larry bruh (Uh)

Talking David, yeah yeah yeah

Talking gang shit, yeah yeah yeah

Is you bangin'? Yeah yeah yeah

Recruit your main one, yeah yeah yeah

We're around

Boys is talkin' restless, man you need to sit down

BROCKHAMPTON thе troops, and the rest of y'all is clowns

Hold it down for now

Like thе year is two thou', thou', thou', thou'

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

One, two, three, they all try to copy

One, two, three, nobody finna stop me

I'm higher, yeah

Still higher, yeah

One, two, three, they all try to copy

One, two, three, nobody finna stop me

I'm higher, yeah

Still higher, yeah (Cool)

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]

Don't settle, move away from the ghetto

Put your family somewhere special

If you love her you should tell her

Ain't no pretty way to paint it

This love could rearrange it

I'm still hanging 'round with my boys that I came with

It's beautiful, ain't it?

The way that you play me

I'd either end up as Lupe or Jay-Z

I still remember when Noah said he wasn't buying my image

Don't make god, he did it better

Now look, I'm here forever

Even if I never end up as a Jackson

Some [...] only make it to the game just to pay they taxes

And pay rent

And keep the way I'm laughing, that's it

Say it ain't so, dawg

That could be me when it ends

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Cooking bass, cooking lamb, cooking shrimp, bitch

Talking to them dogs, like they motherfuckin' shrinks bitch

Demons so high, got the sky payin' rent, bitch

Players lit, let it slip

Keep the grip, keep the meat

After I leave, pack up bitch

I got some cash on me

Banging on they jam

Till we get up on the TV

Never change the channel

Keep remote on 43

Mama sees, get the morning made somethin' out of me

Outta us, all them boys, that I trust

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

One, two, three, they all try to copy

One, two, three, nobody finna stop me

I'm higher, yeah

Still higher, yeah

One, two, three, they all try to copy

One, two, three, nobody finna stop me

I'm higher, yeah

Still higher, yeah (Cool)

[Verse 3: August Royals]

Boom, stick shift

Hits different when

There ain't no traffic

I'm going on the 101 laughing

At how fast I can go, look at the smoke

Boom, stick shift

Hits different when

There ain't no traffic

I'm going on the 101 laughing

At how fast I can go, look at the smoke

Lyrically a masterpiece

Tryna be a master key

Trying to unlock all the type of artist mastery

Tryna make shoes and make great clothes

Be real rich, but fuck Bezos