[Hook: Gunna G]
It's that cyclohexane mixed with ether
We the psychiatric drama/trauma teachers
Everybody wanna feature
Spit this shit unrehearsed
Switch it up every verse
Incoherent piece of work
Track 7, couldn't be worse
5 features, 4 features, 3 features, through
So many features, I should open a feature zoo
Ridin' around in my big green tractor
Baby go slow or baby go faster

[Verse 1: Chi]
Step up in this bitch with some newer shit
I'ma have a proper viewership by the end of this
Who the fuck you steppin' on
Turn around got his weapons drawn
No shots, that's a flesh wound you ain't that street
Like your bars they ain't that deep
You's a faggot, repelling bitches like a magnet
Start to think she lead you on, dude c'mon
My bitch bad you think you had a chance
You's a bitch at first glance your whole life's a flop
I'm on top, feelin no pain, feelin' no ways
You were a mistake, a fuckin' headache
I'm the best thing since Drake at Cheesecake
And that goes for Gunna G, Jamaal, Iverson, Tanish Ree
I got love for all but I'm trynna murder you niggas
Make sure Brampton ain't never heard of you niggas
Tit for tat I'll put out the gat, at your head with lead
Click Clack Boom you're dead
Fuck the meds
Y'all gon need a death bed
Damn

[Hook: Gunna G]
It's that cyclohexane mixed with ether
We the psychiatric drama/trauma teachers
Everybody wanna feature
Spit this shit unrehearsed
Switch it up every verse
Incoherent piece of work
Track 7, couldn't be worse
5 features, 4 features, 3 features, through
So many features, I should open a feature zoo
Ridin' around in my big green tractor
Baby go slow or baby go faster

[Verse 2: MaddMo0n]
I'm like bitch who is your mans
Can't keep my dick in my pants
Can't keep my gun in my holster
Gat got range, I ain't talkin' bout a Rover
Lightin' up Keef, I ain't talkin' bout Sosa
Cookin' up soda, I ain't talkin' bout Cola
Sell mama rerock, I ain't talkin' Magnolia
You think I'd lie for you? This ain't Controlla
Pass me the controller, you don't know how to play this game
You a fuckin' lame, mane, this is how you take aim
Click Clack Bang Bang, bullet in his fuckin' brain
Teach these little bitches to not play with my fuckin' name
I'm a killer on the mic, when I drop the LP, you already know what to do, bitch
I come through with my crew, bitch
Drivin' around with them toolkits
And yo' screws a little loose, bitch
Get dirt on my new kicks
Or the bomber, ready to nuke it
Sights on you, lookin' moonlit
3 dots on your head still typin' an ellipsis
Beggin' for an intermission, break from the clips, please
Hit the brakes, stop rollin', hop out with my team
Wet a bitch up, I ain't talkin' bout hygiene
Eyes, blood shot, whole bottle of Visine
Won't say it to my face, "Oh shit, he's behind me"
Curtains closed, set change to a crime scene
My gun do it's own adlibs like the grime meme
Skya
Mama Mia, anyone who want a feature
Hit me up, you wanna meet the reaper
I'm a different breed bruh, I can see that they be eyin' me
A different creature, entirely
I'm the last thing you remember, amnesia
Ting went quack, yo' whole fam on Duck Dynasty
It doesn't matter where you from I still defeat ya
You and yo' entire team
No propriety, I really blow it up, fuck North Korea
Body parts end up all over the globe
This bitch don't know about Pangaea
Writing in your diary
"Didn't know I could die with variety"
6 milli ways to die from the higher being
Ain't no escape from the blaze
Trust me I'm the fire chief
All that shit talk, run your mouth, diarrhea
Pepto Bismol for abysmal bitches
Can I see a panacea, It's official
Fistful of crystals, Cristal, enigma
Shit needa K Ghidorah feature
Take me to yo' new leader
Wrist needa K Dot feature
Take me to yo' new freezer
And I body that shit
Name 3 mans who would even body that bitch
Poppin' mollies and shit
Send that shit anonymous
And I'm poppin' my clip, I'm off with the shit
Dead bodies overfilled a bottomless pit
Made a metropolis on they necropolis
Heavenly Father, I left them fatherless
How a novices flow so ominous tho