[Intro]
(You're a goner)

[Chorus: GXNER.]
Ho, I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up off all these Xans
Ho get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands

[Verse 1: GXNER.]
I got a bomb inside the backpack
Gripping on an AK like I just came outta Baghdad
I been catching bodies though, like match that
There's another two down, gotta drag that
Pull up to the party, turn my ho into a zombie
Yeah I guess she looking pretty, she look better when she rotting
I got bombs inside the trunk like I just came out of Saudi
I got shells up in the pump if a poser want to copy

[Verse 2: YAUX]
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Your designer got some blood up on that shit
Talk a lot, I put my knuckles on your lip
Make a pussy think that he don’t wanna live
Make a motherfucker regret what he did
Your supreme is stained with red, uh
Why the fuck you yap your trap, this shit isn’t a Ted Talk?
Walking down Wall Street, I make these maggots fucking dead, uh
I’m a fucking monster, better watch under your bed, uh
Curb stomp a pedo, I’m sinking a body like free throw
I’m lighting his ass up like Greedo, uh
I make him sick, now his face turning green like he CeeLo
No, they don’t see no morals, they wanna beef, wanna quarrel
I make his head do a twirl, using a body for curls
Cannot resell your damn merch, you got blood on your shirt, I was making you hurl
[Chorus: GXNER.]
Ho, I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up off all these Xans
Ho get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
Ho, I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up off all these Xans
Ho get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands