[Intro: Julio Phuckboy]
Yeah, MisAdv in the building you heard me
Greenbeardd, Son Rob (Koga Klan, Koga)
You know, A lot of people done asked me like, Julio where the fuck y'all been? Where them niggas at? Tell 'em!
They be in the trap, cooking. You know what I'm saying?
KOGA GANG! KOGA!

[Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy]
We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks
We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act
Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys
We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap
Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees

[Verse 1: Greenbeardd]
Greenbeard walking door to door checking each corridor coordinate my strike. Son Rob yeah he did the same in a different lane but we always think alike. 4-5 people horrify when they see the guy with gore-gore fruit. Notified all the koga guys that we nose dived I need more more troops, Step aside you better shy away have too realize I don’t sympathize. Niggas got me all energize and price that you pay is all finalized. When our team composition synergize kicking into overdrive mode. All I gotta say is run away before all you niggas gon die die die
FUCK OUT MY FACE, STAY IN YO LANE, ICE IN MY VEINS AND THERE IS NO BLOOD STAINS, CAUSE I AM CLUTCH THAT’S JUST A SHAME, CAUSE YOU WERE SO CLOSE TOO FEELING NO PAIN. NIGGAS OUTTA LINE— SHOULD HAVE PRESS REWIND SO YOU CAN DODGE THEM CASE— BUT YOUR A LITTLE TOO LATE— BUT YOUR TIME IS UP— MISSION COMPLETE— MISSION COMPLETE

[Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy]
We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks
We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act
Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys
We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap
Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees

[Verse 2: Julio Phuckboy]
I don't play no games...
Rollie clock, big 'ole chains, money talk -can somebody explain what this hater saying?
.40 Glock, we gon' pull-up spraying, Drop top when I'm switching lanes
Engine roar, this a manticore or a ? locked to my drunken gang
This an uproar like Lil Wayne, Pussy soar now appease the klan
Abusing court, all aboard, catch a train let's run a cruise on a pretty dame...

[Verse 3: Son Rob]
Son Rob got the sun roof and my brodies hoe and I ain't playing bitch
Greenbeardd got the team here, got my .40 tucked and imma slay your bitch
Beddy bye, imma meet you there -Have my pillow stuffed, brother pay your dues
Tommy guns with the double wield, imma take your gal if that's okay with you
Brother been putting that work Uh, Yuh, Aye
Hands up under my shirt, Uh, yuh, aye
My brothers got shooters, get merked (pshh pshh) (Uh, yuh, aye)
Opps six feet in the dirt, lil shordie tryna smoke my earth
Got the top position, fuck the opposition, spit that dirty dirty makes the oppas listen
Got that little fuck and the fatbeard shouting gang out they poppa whip
And packing pocket lint instead of proper chips, you talking crazy than i'm poppin' shit
Brother's solid lock for city's golden child, lil bro been popping off now where's my rocket ship
My wrist got ice too heavy, can't drive my cutlass chevy
Been tryna take it steady, got a 10 on my back like Messi
My team don't slip, don't lack -My hemi's semi packed
Them last two seats is thottie proof, they're for my heavy racks yuh

[Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy]
We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks
We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act
Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys
We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap
Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees