Salute

[Intro: Wrekonize]

I don't give a fuck who it is

Anybody can get (anybody, absolutely)

Ya already know what it is

So don't ask

[Verse 1: Wrekonize]

You wake up to find no cereal inside of your box

You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block

So good morning, get it in like it's 30 below

Another ¡MURSDAY! is here to come and dirty your soul

You see the haters get the genitals

Back up off the minerals

Rolling with the general and high off that medical

Rolling all around the world and still rocking a flip phone

Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code

[Verse 2: Bernz]

Pull up in the lot without my kin and crash a shindig

Bitch we on the clock and this is all official business

I been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous

Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief

Override the system, drugs with some sick kids

You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list

Write a couple songs and live forever in your pictures

Pick another fight before they kick us out the exit

[Chorus: Murs]

Walk up in the party with our guns drawn

Might just leave a body on your front lawn

I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong

You better keep your hands up when they play this song

And keep your hands in the air

If you know the government don't care

If you got on $5 underwear

But you're feeling like a fucking millionaire

And can I get a hell yea? (Hell yeah)

Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don't care (Hell yeah)

Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)

Cuz we bout to take the crown this year (Hell yeah)

[Verse 3: Murs]

Second batter up, I never had a fuck

To give, if I did, shit, you was out of luck

I'm laser focused with mine like Scott Summers is

That's Cyclops, X-Men, for you dumber kids

I read them funny books, they got the pictures in them

Still pull the thickest chick in the sickest denim

Then I spit this venom, like Eddie Brock does

Had the crowd raising eyebrows like The Rock does

Blood, Cuhs, it's all in the same gang

Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things

And this is Strange gang, talking 'bout my chain again

Mine's fine, I got it shined by my Asian friend

At the swap meet in the wrong hood

I'm the bad member but still make the song good

Good enough they had to sign me, better ask Trav

I'm fucking with these strong genetics, bro, I'm in the lab

[Chorus: Murs]

Walk up in the party with our guns drawn

Might just leave a body on your front lawn

I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong

You better keep your hands up when they play this song

And keep your hands in the air

If you know the government don't care

If you got on $5 underwear

But you're feeling like a fucking millionaire

And can I get a hell yea? (Hell yeah)

Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don't care (Hell yeah)

Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)

Cuz we bout to take the crown this year (Hell yeah)

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]

Gun is out, everybody running out

Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE'S GOT A GUN!!")

'Cause they run their mouth, they throwing this tongue about like having some kind of clout (It's negros, we better run)

He'on't want (he'ont want it)

He'on't need it (he'on't need it)

If they try to put a case on this, we gon' beat it (we gon' beat it)

Interrupted a groovy movie, so we said fuck it left it and ate at Ruby Tuesday's

Snotty white waitress said sorry, I'm so blunt

One of the homies singing YG's "Fuck Donald Trump"

And she said "Fuck Obama"

And we said "Fuck yo mama"

And your granny too, 'cause we would never touch your nana, bitch

Manager say we gotta leave

Not before I get a shot, I get it then I'm appeased

And he said "No"

So I got somebody shot off the bar quick, lifted it up and said "Here's to you sucking my dick"

[Chorus: Murs]

Walk up in the party with our guns drawn

Might just leave a body on your front lawn

I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong

You better keep your hands up when they play this song

And keep your hands in the air

If you know the government don't care

If you got on $5 underwear

But you're feeling like a fucking millionaire

And can I get a hell yea? (Hell yeah)

Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don't care (Hell yeah)

Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)

Cuz we bout to take the crown this year (Hell yeah)