Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Get 'em, so I got 'em
Ain't no problem, ain't no problem

Hoodies on all through summer
Givin' out stone cold stunners
Oh shit, you alive, that's a bummer
Camo Humvee, up top gotta gunner
Coughed up a lung, burn gas like a Hummer (Wait)
Lemme crunch a few numbers
The drop of a pin, wake beasts from a slumber
When I'm downtown, hoes reach for my lumber (Hol' up)

I was just reminded what I rap fo'
We no longer coming through the back door
Uh, uh
Seen your post, but I won't react though
Uh, uh
Couldn't even tell you where I'm at though
Uh, uh
Skin looking green 'bout to upchuck
I ain't politicin' wit'cha boy, shut the fuck up
Shakin' in ya boots, silly goose, better duck duck
Keep the small talk, not a "Hello" not a "What's up"
Uh, uh
Hooligan the renegade (H.C.)
Roll the window down, let me ventilate
Drop sumn in my lemonade (Bubble up)
Added a chemical to my Minute Maid

Switch flip, 5-0, maniac, pyro
Two close calls in a week
Fucked in the head, sick pup, no Shiloh
Hitman lookin' for ya boy, gotta lie low

Who the biggest who the baddest? Chase
Wishlist Zoe Kravitz, hey
Hunnid G's in the attic, ay
I don't want the fame, let 'em have it, ay
Trapeze, acrobatics, ay
Going home to my gadgets, ay
I'ma semi-automatic, spray
Bunny rabbits, goin' rabid, ay

Skully on incognito
Launching a Mark 48 torpedo
Corleone Don, better run it by Vito
Y'all can settle down, not me though
This is what it's like havin' holes in your head
Delightfully donate my soul to the dead
Time to wet 'em up, got the hose from the shed
She was showin' nothin' but devotion in bed, good God
You just brought a knife to a gun fight
I'ma probably melt in the sunlight
When the clock strikes twelve, and it's midnight
You can get away with any crime, if it's done right
You don't wanna know the thoughts that I've been havin'
Schizo, lotta talks I've been havin'
The work for the devil won't stop, everlasting
Dreamt I was locked in a box, and it happened

I just hopped out of a grave
No one could hear me, I shouted for days
Nicholson just made it out of the maze
I'm 'bout to chew off the side of your face
I'm singing doo-wop inside of my place
I dwell in hysteria, frenzy, and craze
Trust me I'm never deserving of praise
It's really nothing else for me to say
Nothing else for me to say