Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic

Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic

Bluffers, they usually get money a lot
Talkers, they usually tell their own bidness plan
Suckers, I can see clearly your big cracks
We're like Mad Max
SyndromeZ we hack and reorganize
Your banking system

A little fox in your bucket, but nobody knows it
I got a baby face, you want a revenge
Try to fight back but you can only pause it

Cat tactics always win
'Cause even all the gangs love the Kitty
Your pistol can't shoot me
But you wouldn't better stop to shoot

Poor baby, baby, poor baby, baby, poor
Scoop baby, baby, scoop baby, your tomb

Doomsday is coming
You only got your money no tools
Here's no room in my ark
I'm a 21st century Noah!

Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic

Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic

I know how to make religion
I know how to make illusion
SyndromeZ my team don't know how to sleep
We makes better quality than

Big company that have 100
Employees with only seven or maybe eleven
We don't know how to be pigeon
Like you guys we all the big ravens

How can I, how can I even
Come up with that bad idea
Man I'm from Silicon Valley
On the table, we talk about Nft

Stack investor's mails up
Plenty money for selling my new items
Soon, I can even meet Joe Biden
Think about the penthouse garden

Poor baby, baby, poor baby, baby, poor
Scoop baby, baby, scoop baby, your tomb

Doomsday is coming
Your only got your money no tools
Here's no room in my ark
I'm a 21st century Noah!

Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic

Dancing on your body
I'm flexing on your bonnet
Bitch you can't cop it
I have prepared this topic