[Intro: YAUX]
Uh, Guap Sensei doesn't have a tag so, uh
Oh my God, Guap, your cock

[Verse 1: YAUX]
If you want it, ayy, you can run it, ayy
You be sucking Satan's dick, you gonna suffocate
Hate proliferate, uh, change your fucking state, uh
Like I'm USA, I'll invade and defecate, uh
'Bout to piss on your face, you be so filled with hate
You gon' live with that fake, ass smile on your face, uh
Smack it off, off, off, to the fucking ground
Yelling 'til I cough, cough, cough, for the underground
Sex drive, it be higher than a kite, bitch
Next time, I ain't gone hit that fucking light switch
Mess my hair up, pinning down my wrists
I test drive, but I crash into my bitch, ayy
Switchblade, take it to my chest
Know it 'bout to get so messy, better get a vest
If a motherfucker test me, get a threat assess
Nah, you ain't gone fucking best me, gassing out the rest
I ain't stressing, I ain't sweating
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, uh
You can suck the skin right off my cock, uh
Run up on my kin, protect with my Glock, uh
(Guap Sensei)
[Verse 2: guap sensei]
Pull up on your block, give your ass a face lift
Striped shirt really robbing at the day shift
I’m sending shots out the window then I break shift
Heard you a pussy, go and take another dank hit
I been a wreck with this chop and I aim at his dome if he talk out his neck boy
I just woke up like three minutes ago and I'm already ready for death boy
Talking get punched in his guts, I made this beat and it sucks
Monday, I’m trapping with YAUX, fill up this sock with a rock
She gon' slap on my sack, I might blow up on her back
I’m going so messy, we outside we dressing up in black (Guap, give me back my heroin)
I got this blade, get you turned into sediments
If you talk down, you get slumped like some melanin
I cannot find a single person better than me
I been up two nights from adrenaline
Uh, yeah, I’m the monkey up inside this pit
I just hit YAUX in the head with a brick
Get smacked down if you talking to kids
Same guy, we gon' run up on him if he act like PRXJEK
Shoot up your house if you talk that nonsense
If you still broke than you cannot talk yet
I got this chop and I’m 'boutta pop that
You do not know what I’m saying? I don’t care
Run up with the scalpel, now you got no hair
He looking at scat and now that boy dead
I stay in the house boy, I’m messed in the head
Everything up inside of my head turning red
And I been with your mom, getting beat in the bed
And I'll treat you like one if you act like a sped
Don’t you send me your music, I am not impressed
I been cracking my whip while I stand on your chest
You got no friends and wonder why you depressed
You got no skill 'cause you ain’t train with the best
She grip on my Johnny ain’t talking 'bout test
I been putting in work, bitch, I pass all the rest
I don’t know what I'm saying but this is the end, end, end