[Intro: Bahj MoRey & The Exorcist sample]
"What an excellent day for an exorcism"
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Ay, yeah, hoe
Ay!

[Verse 1: Bahj MoRey]
It’s Bahjii, bitch! A.k.a. Greatness (Uh-huh)
That funky purp be my fragrance
I love that gas and I’m shameless
Puffin' big B’s while I lane switch
Dustin' all these n***as y’all bang with
Special victim, lil maggot, we heinous
Chew you up, spit ya out like a danish
No games, leave a fuck n***a brainless (You scared?)
You punk-ass n***as be the strangest
Got you scared, that’s real entertainment
Never in my muhfuckin' life been a plaintiff
Lil John Doe, untraced, he nameless
Ride round with Migos, rims stainless
Lil' n***a don’t know it get dangerous (Woo!)
Pop the trunk, goddamn it’s spacious!
One in the head, they finna make it painless
[Pre-Chorus: Bahj MoRey]
All this money I’m gripping (Uh-huh)
I don’t give a damn who witnesses
Me get the money and flip it (Uh-huh)
I'm runnin these bands with a swift-uh-ness
And all y’all n***as gon' feel this muhfuckin' hate in ya blood, that’s a sick-uh-ness
I murk anything I touch
Bahj MoRey, the motherfucking Exorcist

[Chorus: Bahj MoRey]
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh-huh)
Gon' have all these n***as big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad!)
You n***as sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er n***a gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-I-E (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these n***as big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You n***as sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er n***a gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-I-E
[Interlude: Project Pat]
Yeah, hoe (Yeah, hoe)
Yeah, hoe (Yeah, hoe)
Pattah (Yeah, hoe)

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm so flexin' in this Lambo
Blacker than a sambo
Draco light you like a candle
Gun you down like Rambo
Have you shittin' out a pampo
Oops, I mean, "Pamper"
Told your bitch I need a sampler
Pussy stink like a hamper
Where you put the dirty clothes at (Ew!)
Coke where you put your nose at (Ew!)
That's gon' have the track jumping back
VVS's on my teeth
I'm a big cat and you meeces
Shuttin' all you lil' n***as down like feces
Assault rifles and some bales of that Cali good
In a ol' North Memphis hood'll have you to the good
Pockets swollen like a pregnant bitch's belly
Mercedes inside peanut butter, outside jelly (Ew!)

[Chorus: Bahj MoRey]
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh-huh)
Gon' have all these n***as big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad!)
You n***as sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er n***a gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-I-E (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these n***as big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You n***as sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er n***a gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-I-E