[Intro: Lil Darkie & KAMAARA]
Yeah
HEAL
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah
Uh

[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Tryna run up on me, n***a, in my lane?
Tryna run up on me, n***a, you insane
Tryna run up on yo' gang hit that stain?
Try to run up me, n***a, eat yo’ brain!

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Brain, eat your brains, n***a
I might shoot your cousin, get to bustin' with the same trigger
Uh, I'm a motherfuckin’ grave digger
Kicking and screamin', I'm deciding where you lay, n***a
Uh, I'm a piece of shit, Twitter finger, run it, n***a
You gon' get your nieces hit, ra-ra
Bitch, I-I always got da fa-fa, yuh, yuh
N***a sweating when he see the na, na
Baba, I been hitting since a midget
Leave a n***a spinning, three holes make him fidget, rigid
Not hard, like you soft n***as saying
Why you playing wit' me, n***a? You not legit, digit
[Verse 2: KAMAARA]
Boy with that big MAC
Whiplash, blow your whole shit back
Big .30 on me pussy (Zig-zag)
Blast from the M8
Matte black, get 'em straight
That's the shit that happens when you eatin’ off my damn plate
Better cancel on your bitch, in on your fuckin’ plans
Hollow tips flyin' through yo’ body like a hologram
Don't you kid me, fuckin' lil' bitch
Fuck about yo’ mans
P-P-P-P-Put this molly on yo' tummy and lemme see you dance
Quicker then clock
Pull out the metal and shoot at the opps
What did it take, it took a lot
Spoke to the devil, he came here to rot
Check out the store, turn on the block
Because we not taking some shit for the rock
What did it take, it took a lot
What did it take, it took a- yuh

[Chorus: KAMAARA]
Tryna run up on me pussy in my lane
Tryna run up on me pussy, you insane
Tryna run up on your gang, hit that stain
Tryna run up on me pussy, eat your brain
Tryna run up on me pussy in my lane
Tryna run up on me pussy, you insane
Tryna run up on your gang, hit that stain
Tryna run up on me pussy, eat your brain
[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
I might go drop the fucking pistol, so official
If it's fiscal, you can run up on me now
Meet my fun little trigga, if I dismiss you
Here a tissue for that runny funny frown
You a clown, you ain't down
Tryin' wit' it for shivers, your face is spinnin' sum lima so he ain't ever have to run just fucking count 'em up, face is pounding [?]
Final batch faced off for days finna rage quit, wait
Tell the a's and the basic
Everybody pray for who basic, ain't it a waste?
Every day I hear the same shit
Leavin' his face on the pavement, WASTED
Tryna run up on me man
You better do some dirty shit
I leave their mother's blood scattered in the streets
Tryna run up on me climba
You might have to put me down for no reason
You don't even needa speak
Tryna run up on me dude, I can't wait
Tryna run up on me foolish, you in pain
Tryna run up on me faggot, hitcho head
.40s on me madam meetcho fate

[Verse 4: Lil Darkie]
Bitch ass n***a, I could put yo' head back like whiplash
Trigga, where the fuck are you n***as at?
You clutching a bigger gat?
You sucking a n***a sack for a feature to bring you back from the dead 'cause yo' shit is wack
Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer
I wonder if you other people know I do
Why you fucking hella randoms, low IQ
Why you rolling every weekend, then complain that you depressed?
Why you actin' like a pussy? N***a, put on that dress
Why you spending every waking moment settling for less?
Why you posting on the internet, and caring 'bout a number?
Why you rapping like you wit' it, but you tweeting like a bummer?
Shut the fuck up, n***a, everyday is summer
Bitch, I woke up, ate a carrot and cucumber
Most you n***as only eat high 'cause it's "funner"
Try eating sober, see if you even got an appetite
Doin' too much rapping, too much capping, you a faggot type
I be doing work, and going stupid in the black of night
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Tryna run up on me, n***a, in my lane?
Tryna run up on me, n***a, you insane
Tryna run up on yo' gang hit that stain?
Try to run up me, n***a, eat yo' brain

[Outro: Lil Darkie]
Brain, brain, I might eat yo' brains, n***a
I might get to buzzin', bitch, it's baba to you
N***a, I'm Indian