Oh? What's this? (Yuh-uh)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these n***as really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dicking
'Til she gimme top, uh-huh
Skipping to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in pain
Yeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey)
Bitch whatchu sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pay, make the music
Plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid
They betting on that he lose it, never had it to start with
Break you like using guitar pick
Constipated always making that hard shit
Contemplating taking n***as real far, shit
Things happen n***as switch you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes Who's in?
Know a n***a threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes too
I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these n***as really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dicking
'Til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh