[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD]
AYE (AYE)
LET'S GET IT, LET'S GET IT, LET'S GET IT
YUH (YUH)
YEAHHH
YUH
Ronny J produced it

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
I-I-I just put a thought in your cut
I just dropped some moss in your mud (I just, I just, I just)
I put lots of gods in my gut (What the fuck?)
I see rosters tossed to the none, what the fuck?
Must've coupled in with a muzzled clique
Everybody tryna double dip
Everybody wit' the pay-per-view
Hope I never end up with the jaded few
That been ate too much, never prayed enough
I'on get paid to duck I put hundred-thousand
Fuck the mountain, I surround it
Dynamite n' fire fountain
Dro-Dro-Drop 'em off, I’m poppin' off without the bog
I’m livin' off of feelin' lost
So I give a fuck to give enough
Abandon trust of all these other motherfuckers
Keep my health in check
I seldom set myself up best to mix in with the lost causes
Fuck the hodgepodge and awful songs
I’m rockin' out, I’m poppin' out, you gotta stop
Wait, snortin' a foot of ketamine
Now I can't feel none of my muhfuckin' stresses, uh
Leave a body beat and breathless, get a mention, get accepted, ah
Ain't really here to collect, you jus' stress
Pestilent process fall into finesse
Stoppin' the hottest of topics, I’m on it
I vomit the best in the muhfuckin' west
[Interlude: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ronny J produced it

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
N***a, that's "RIP X" 'til I got no pulse
N***a, live through me, let the hate engulf
My body grip a shotty if you naughty
Leave you spotty, do karate, you ain't fought me
Eat chapati like a good lil' monkey
He be acting punky, smelling funky, he a junky
I be on that bitch's ass like she a donkey
Sucking chocolate peanut butter − Willy Wonkey
Got yo' golden ticket
Had to run up and pick it up
Then I rolled it quick into a stick and I lick it up
What I'm holding rich in that it tuck in the medical
That I mold in lit up and suck in the chemicals
I'm high, I'm high, this went awry
I'm bi, but you be sucking on penis
I might go fly to Mercury, Venus
Not mercing me, certainly, not of my genus
Hoe, watch what you say
I’ll get my K, I hope you listening
Fucking with my day
I see a ray of sunshine glistening
Christen him with bullets, leave him full it
I might cry a lot
I might pull it, leave him sinking, leave him slumping
He not on the clock (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might fuck
I might pull up on yo' bitch
I might throw head in that switch
Lee got you run up, you bang
I don’t give fuck 'bout you 'way
I mix the methamphetamine with the ketamine
Satan, let him in
Rush of adrenaline
Darkie the melanin
Man with the better aim
What I've seen
I smoke that weed, so my voice real rough
I broke that bitch back, I feel real tough
She swallow my nut sack out of affection
Hollow tip bus back, like an erection
That bitch lick on my Diglett
She love the way that I jiggle and wiggle it
Piglet wanna roll in her refuse
DAAAMN, bitch, I could be your nephew
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I dumped a whole drum
I ran through your men
I bring that torment
Eenie meenie meinie
You pulled up with a tiny pole
I pulled up with a .50
Hit your titty
Prr