Opps was talkin' crazy, shot 'em in the mouth

We out here cloud seedin', the scope gleamin'

Ready to have some hickory smoked opp

Squirming around on a twin-sized mattress, in an empty Section 8 apartment

She had a whole speakeasy behind those meat curtains

They said I wouldn't shit on 'em, I spread my cheeks and hit 'em with an absolute screamer

I'm moving like Gilbert Arenas, sniffing white phosphorus

The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto

My impulsive nature causes conflict at any given time, like Kay Flock

I got strands of RNA in my hookah, every puff is an insult to God

Woke up in Geneva, oh man, I did it again, didn't I?

I got the drum on me, I'm 'bout to make a fuckin beat

I'm a real shit-flinging beast, If my skull wasn't made out of titanium, I'd kill myself

I got this shit figured out

I'm in the club listening to the brown note

Home girl got a nice little turd cutter on her

Wiped the nut on my AMIRI jeans and got right back to fuckin' work

I can't wait to curb stomp you in these dumb ugly ass Rick Owens shoes

Unholy doses of Percocet and Hennessy got me shitting in the bed more than the Oakland A's

I can feel the fungi munching on my brain, I'm sick! Ahh, the worms! The worms! the worms! The worms! The worms!

I fried up some corn snake for the cuzzos

My watch cost 50 bands and I still don't have time for you fuckboys

This blunt is overwhelmingly large

The pussy has its own time signature

The fentanyl got me moving like a claymation figure

My character is so flawed, the only time I ever stood 10 toes on anything, was on the opp's throat

Humans will never understand their true abilities Why the fuck did we kill off the Neanderthals? Those idiots could have easily worked construction and doubled our profits

I fucked her with my AND1 shoes on and some Dada shorts

These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed, as if I didn't kill an Applebee's hostess two miles away

Motherfucker of course I have a pink tip

I'm smoking that shit that makes the toes curl

Smoking that good schooby-doo waa

I'll air this bitch out like I shit in it

Drop the low on they ass, pussy boy

This blunt looks like it's been pushed out

Pulled out the Luger, put his ass in a to-go box

Rolling the old flesh cigar around your fingertips

Put a bag over his head and sent him to paradise

She squeezin' the garlic, we smokin' java man

I'm sick in the head, I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs

Blacked out on the Percocet, ordered a Desert Eagle off Amazon

Snortin' some premium Matisyahu, got me fightin' for my life

Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy

We smoking eucalyptus pigeon shit

I had to up it in Fashion District, shot into the Hermes store and hit eight people, I made sure all the Birkin bags were unharmed so that the hoes don't bug out on me about it later

Shorty's head built like a Bionicle

I'm a street creature

I'm not loyal to anybody, I'm a demon I have no loyalty for anyone, never did, never will

Markieff Morris always been my favorite twin

These Ferragamos are real, cunt