[Verse 1]
Coming in hot, it’s over wit
Can’t hold me with a oven mitt
No candle, you can blow me, bitch
Don’t call me a pussy, gotta show me, bitch
That’s a no-go, you don’t know me, bitch
Keep an eye on your hoe, she wanna blow me, bitch
Get a load of this guy, lil' phony bitch
Man time, he don’t know what that is
He don’t even know where to place his focus
He don’t even know where his hoe just went
In the the back seat with her back getting bent
Gotta stay solo to reach my goal
Gotta be bro just to hit my bowl
Gotta be dope just to get this flow
Had to go loco to get this cold
Do re mi hеre here thе fuck I go
They don’t even know what the fuck I’m on
Grrr!
They don’t even know what the fuck I’m on (Grr)
Stay lowkey, like do re mi
La ti do, bitch, I'm highkey gone
I can’t bleed, let ‘em see my motives
My next move gotta be unknown
Antisocial if you ain’t notice
Bitches gotta learn how to leave me alone
I can be mean, but at least I know
Boutta show you something you ain’t seen before
The sinister clock, what the fuck I'm on
Bitch come back! Where the fuck you going?
They can’t catch up, they too slow
Hit a bitch nigga with a Hidden Lotus
[Chorus 1]
High as heaven, drunk as hell
Tonight, I just might get arrested
Call the police on myself
I first degree this beat on purpose
This instrumental need a surgeon
Dr. Miami, I body all you bitches
All my verses come with hearses
This that murder music, in the stu', I'm with a weapon
[Verse 2]
You can never kill me by yourself (Yea)
You gon' need at least 10 features
And even will all of that help
It still won’t put a dent or a crease on a nigga
Tap dancing on your grave
I get a lap dance from your bae next day
“Why they take that boy away?”
Is what the fuck I say like I didn’t just stretch him
He was flexing, now he flexible
Avatar, I take a nigga will and bend it
I cannot apologize, I meant it
I admit, sometimes I get a little hectic
Push me to the limit, I get reckless
You get your neck stomped
For saying I ain’t next up
It's blood all on my Bred 11s
And now my soles got a piece of your soul in 'em
This is how I really get
I pull out the Drac' whenever I'm upset
I got a Truly inside of the booth
I tell more of the truth the more drunker I get
Grrr!
[Chorus 2]
High as heaven, drunk as hell
Tonight I just might get arrested
Call the police on myself
I first degree this beat on purpose
Instrumental need a surgeon
Dr. Miami, I body all you bitches
All my verses come with hearses
This that murder music and my microphone the weapon
[Verse 3]
I’m the motherfuckin’ undertaker
Grim reaper flow, I send them to the maker
Tombstone, turned my life upside down
Turned into a paper chaser
Hoes starting coming when I stopped chasing
That was ‘round the time I stopped doing chasers
Now my face straight when I take shots straight up
Grrr
Take a shot straight up
They ain’t see me coming, I was John Cena
But I didn’t come to be a peacemaker
[Outro]
Um, what the fuck they gonna say? (Uh uh uh uh uh, Young LUSYD!)
What the fuck they gonna say? (Yea, uh uh uh uh uh)
Who wanna start war today? (Grrr!)
Who wanna come out and play? (Who wanna come out and play?, aye)
Who wanna come out and play?!
(I’m about to just get yo mama to deal with you, to be honest, bruh)
I’m outside, I’ll be waiting!
(You fucking worrisome)
Got time today
Don’t let my time go to waste
I won’t have no words when I come back again
Don’t make me come back again
(Young fucking LUSYD)
