Oh?
What's this? (Yuh-uh)
Hahahaha
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin' acid, lippin' flaccid dickin' 'til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Skippin' to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we rippin' out a ten-foot bong
There's a bitch inside my house, she keep on sayin' she's in pain
Yeah, she's sittin' on my couch with burnin' needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro?
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey), bitch what you sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pain, make the music, plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid, they bettin' on that he lose it
Never had it to start with, break you like usin' guitar pick
Constipated, always makin' that hard shit
Contemplated takin' niggas real far, shit
Things happen, niggas switch, you evolve with
Time movin', rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes, who's in?
Know a nigga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live), I know how to die too
You could jump off a buildin', eat mushroom for healin'
Put acid in your eyes too

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin' acid, lippin' flaccid dickin' 'til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Whippin' up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh