[Verse 1: Germ]
Reporting live straight from the gutter, tucking my cutter
Hittin' them boys, hot butter
I need them gone, take a slumber
Poppin' that shit, hear the thunder
Came with my partners, been fucked up
Feet up, look at my face, it's a mean mug
You drinkin' cut from the same plug
I want the money, fuck fame
Thinking I'm sane, roxy been healin' the pain
Please don't get caught up in all of the games
Currensy coming in vert on blades
Chippin' these n***as, these n***as been lame
Poppin' out, poppin' it, you know my name
Hold up, I be floating, can't control it, bitch, I'm smoked out
Rockin' out, been blackin' out
Catch me outside actin' out
Duckin, I'm out in public
This could get dangerous, end of discussion
Who really want it, it's really nothing
Caught them bodies by the dozen

[Chorus: Germ]
Uh, uh
I can't feel my face, I'm off that shit again, yeah, yeah
Peeping all your friends, don't invite mini men
I can't feel my face, I'm off that shit again, yeah yeah
Peeping all your friends, don't invite mini men
[Verse 2: TiaCorine]
Don't be mad at me, be mad at your fit
'Cause shawty you look like shit
If a genie came right now, you would just take one wish
Make you look just like this
Dent in a car, I'm bent
This ain't a game, but you know that I'm lit
I be walking them down like a leash on a pit
I been rocking with n***as, dance shake with the hip
I thought like you would just swerve in the whip
Take me to crib and suck coochie with lips
And my hair be not done by, you know I got clips
Wanted my help, but I cannot assist
'Cause these bitches be salty and vinegar chips
And I know it ain't fair, but you not on the list
And her money not there, she don't know what this is
And you know that I'm poppin', you know I got fiz, yeah
I can't slip off my pimp, gorilla the glue got grip
Project bitch, that's my shit
Gun on the waist, it switch

[Bridge: Germ]
He look like a lick, drag gon' spit
Shots from the stick, it don't slip
Off the shits, pop my shit
Dump in Keesha, that's my bitch
[Chorus: Germ & TiaCorine]
Uh, uh
I can't feel my face, I'm off that shit again, yeah yeah
Peeping all your friends, don't invite mini men
I can't feel my face, I'm off that shit again, yeah, yeah
Peeping all your friends, don't invite mini men
I can't slip off my pimp, gorilla the glue got grip
Project bitch, that's my shit
Gun on the waist, it switch
I can't slip off my pimp, gorilla the glue got grip
Project bitch, that's my shit
Gun on the waist, it switch