[Intro]
Aye man fuck these other n***as man
I'm selling LSD and OG
Star Trek n***a (Yeah)
OTH n***a you know I'm rockin' (Yeah)
I fuck with that Goth Money shit, dog (Skee)
Yeah
I'm on LSD bruh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Fuck what these n***as talking 'bout
I wanna see my money in a pile
Lurkin' in the night I'm on the prowl
Finna juug the weedman for his ounce
You n***as is some clones man, nothing more
Yo' bitch call my phone but she get ignored
Bitch I'm on LSD I'll call you when I'm bored
I got these fiends on my line askin' when I get more (When you gon' have that bruh?)
I'm finna re-up as we speak
LSD on me, serving n***as for a fee
Fuck a relationship, I'm focused on stacking cheese
I'm something like birth control, yo' bitch prescribed to me
Never switch up see it in my face
Free my damn cousin, he ain't beat the case
That damn LSD got me seeing things
Bitches stop lyin', hope I see the day
Life is a game and it's free to play
Black on black shawty with the gold wrist
Young ass n***a wit' a old bitch
These n***as thirsty for that fame, sell they soul quick
I'm underground n***a, no paparazzi
I gave my bitch drugs so she climb on top me
Anime bitch, yeah, she look gothic
Pokémon pimpin', catching new bitches
Vodka in my cup, Robitussin mixin'
Bitch, I'm solo dolo you don't know the vision
To hear my damn music that's a fucking privilege
I got a white bitch, she know her position
I'm not atheist and I'm not Christian
Sold my soul to earth, now I'm fuckin living
Droppin' acid tabs, distortin' my vision
The rap game's fucking lost I reported it missing
Gold on my wrist, I wanna be a pimp
Obey my command bitch, smoke weed and strip
Let me see yo' tits, let me see yo' clit
Goth Money bitch, man I'm so depressed
Sad Boys n***a, man I rarely eat
Rarely get sleep fuck them scary dreams
Tell Miley Cyrus come marry me
We gon' fuck on stage at my next show
Never gonna happen, I don't have a show
I got a weakness for thots and the plastic hoes
She got surgery on her face, girl suck my dick
I swear karma like a virgin 'cause it's coming quick
[Verse 2]
Hotbox my room when my mom gone
Damn I need my own crib, I'm tryna fuck a bitch
Nah I ain't a thug, boy I'm just a plug
LSD shawty, put that on yo' tongue
Tell me what you feel, tell me what you see
Bet you see the BasedWorld, shouts out Lil B
Four grams n***a in that fucking Dutch
That's a mutated worm, that ain't no fucking blunt
I'm gon' take a puff get high like the sun
Think you gettin' money, boy is you dumb?
USA got control of that fuckin' cash
It don't matter how much money in my fucking stash
I could sell a million tabs of that LSD
That's like a motherfucking dollar to the G.O.V
Government, I'm screamin' fuck that
Bitch, I'm making music, man fuck rap
All you mainstream rappers need a dunce cap
Finna roll up and smoke 'em like a blunt wrap
Bitch, I'm Star Trek I fuck with Goth Money
She open up her legs, she must want top from me
Lick it down the middle I'm a fucking freak
It's drippin' out her legs and it's on my sheets
Bitch, if you ever cheat Imma break your teeth
Imma take the metal bat, Imma break his knees
Then commit suicide 'cause I hate to breathe
I'm runnin' up a hill, squad on my back
N***as countin' on me, bitch, I'm God on the track
N***as plottin' on me, bitch, I know you want my pack
N***as plottin' on me, gotta watch my fucking back
Might be my own n***a that'll stab my back
Tell yo' girlfriend get back please
Bitch, I choke instrumentals and I slap beats
Black hat, black shirt with the black jeans
Black shoes, black socks with the black skin
Claim that you're real but you actin'
Fuck gettin' fame, I got a passion