[The Rhymeweaver]
Yo I pound mics like sterling, around this track whirls
Through the circles of tight clothes of boys and girls
MC Irv sweat the ho, check the flow and get the dough
While I go part the dancefloor like I was Moses
Ladies grow to love the flow like alcohol addiction
But we gotta let you know about protocol restriction
We blow the diction, any rappers they tryna test us
Get stressed up like overweight kids doing press-ups
We the best stuff to put inside your music playlist
Word is bond, yo I got the balls to really say this
Shit is staying massive, destined to be a classic
Rappers are staying passive, we just stay fantastic
We just wanna keep you dancing with no pause and transits
With trumpets and drum sets, puns like Sage Francis
We prancing the mic, we intend to get ill
Move your body to the beat, as you wanna get filled (c/o)

[Chorus]
If we be rocking the club, you got filled with what?
If you feel cocky and tough, you got filled with what?
If you see pockets is stuffed, you got filled with what?
You got filled with what, you got filled with what?
We hit the spot with the girls, we got filled with what?
We keep it hot in the verse, we got filled with what?
The Weaver rocking with Irv, we got filled with what?
We got filled with what, we got filled with what?

[The I.R.V]
Now I know you tryna be loud, you tryna be Pac
You better stop to tryna be something that you really not
Whuttadilly? We rock until the break of the dawn
We blazed a lot of instrumentals fore we making this song
Back in the days when we rapped and always taken as wrong
Like wearing iron sneakers, we stand unshaken and strong
Awakened at dawn, and you see me breaking your arm
I'm the newest sensation, you're just forsaken and gone
There's no reason to take on Flow Finesse, we make harm
We see you running your mouth, and all we do is stay calm
Rappers are day-to-day born, like protege of Jay Sean
So why the fuck you be watching that motherfuckin gay porn?
We got it laced on, make the people follow the hype
We write the rhymes to leave the fuckin haters swallow their pride
Pumping the party up, you ain't have a dollar to ride
Everybody's getting filled while you just wallow and cry what (c/o)

[The Rhymeweaver]
The illest is back, displaying skills on the track
Bitches get filled as a fact, rappers got killed in the act
See now we chill with the rack, and you ain't getting a chance
I see you wetting your pants when we be setting a trend
Now feel the heat as we dance, between the ladies and guys
Ready to try the maneuvers and move your bodies and thighs
Bitches be rowdy and wild, fellas you better take note
Tonight we party along, then take the ho and get home
That's just the way the shit goes, see now we hyper and bold
We grab the mic and the dow, coz we ain't trife we just blow
We be the type to get dope without the biting and quotes
We get too complex for some wack rappers like ciphers and codes
Right now we keeping it live, and now we keeping it ill
Clip in the grill? Fuck it, we collecting chips in the deal!
We be ripping it still with rhymes that get to the drill
Like a jug of liquid, you best believe you'll get filled (c/o)