Lyrics: Verse A: Do this shit in one take, Ay, Keonico. Bout to make this heat and have a Smokaaaa, Post it to my feed just in the Hopes-I-Blow, Tryna make a beat that sound like OKRAAA, Fake it in my sleep and so I’m actin like there’s Chorus: Jewels up on my wrist, OOH I got the shit, Jewels up on my, OOH I got the whip, Who the fuck is this, Groupies on my- I be makin dreams I feel like OPRAAAAHHH, Ridin with the team we got the bottle so we, Breakdown: Sip, smoke, dip, blow, Got Diamonds on for show, I said that they be Fo Sho, He rhymin wanna know like do they like me, No Bro, Got lines about the cold like I be Icy Fro-Yo Chorus: It’s like there’s Jewels up on my wrist, OOH I got the shit, Jewels up on my, OOH I got the whip, Who the fuck is this, Groupies on my- She eyein off the team she got the Chokaaaa, Verse B: Ridin with the G’s we got the bottles and the steez, like you won’t believe, I aint even make it through pre’s, Got the leaves, Paper. Makin. Trees, I aint even talkin degrees, Nyukkah please, Got the factories, May-as-well-be-makin that cheese, Got-a-new squeeze, hit it, then I Leave, Flying overseas, where we, Breakdown: Flip, Stroke, Slip, Grow, I talk it like I know but the walk aint no Rose, We bout to board a boat and they be sayin No Hoes, We shout but they report and so we Say it Morse. Code. \ Chorus: It’s like there’s Jewels up on my wrist, OOH I got the shit, Jewels up on my, OOH I got the whip, Who the fuck is this, Groupies on my- Got lines up on the mic like it was Coke-aaaa, Verse C: Flyin like a Kite we goin in you know we Drunk it on em know we do damage, I be dunkin on em you just shootin average, Got the pump it on em you be Budden Mad-and I be lovin all this know I do it savage, Got the tracksuit on I’m goin through it lavish know we keepin shit crazy, Oh we keepin it Drakey, but I aint havin no secret Baby, Got these tracks like I was Swae lee, You know I be Patrick like Swazy, Know I got the team-a dreams and we be on the green you know we keepin it Bay leaf, Carly-Rae shit like Run Away, g, Tell her she should call me May-be, But I don’t answer shit, I smoke a cancer stick and then I ball like crazy, Breakdown: And so we Sip, smoke, dip, blow, Got Diamonds on for show, I said that they be Fo Sho, He rhymin wanna know like do they like me, No Bro, Got lines about the cold like I be Icy Fro-Yo Chorus: It’s like there’s Jewels up on my wrist, OOH I got the shit, Jewels up on my, OOH I got the whip, Who the fuck is this, Groupies on my- I be makin dreams I feel like OPRAAAAHHH, Ridin with the team we got the bottle, bottle.

Talkin' Rough contains some highly explicit content. Lachlan Stevens nor Tom Owens endorse the type of behaviour depicted in the song's lyrics.