Letras
Yuh, huh
Huh, yuh
Let's go
Ricky Hil with me (Ricky), so I'm smokin' (yeah, I'm smokin')
He a bad influence, that's my brodie (that's my brodie)
But that Cali weed got my brain broken (huh)
Ben Davis work shirt, bitch, I'm in here workin' (ooh-ooh)
Gassed up, since 17, flagged up
Runnin' my fam, bag up, I guess the math adds up (huh)
Dragonfruit smoothie, wallpaper, shawty booty Elden Ring
And what the fuck you think a Juggalo be doing? (Bitch)
Contemplating echoes from the voices of another plane
Wonder could I operate my conscious with another brain?
Killed at first, so all my hands always possess a subtle stain
Keeping me in prison, them mistakes I'll probably make again (let's go)
Take the pain out to dinner and we ate the game
Spray the flame every fucking stanza of that Ouijamane (yuh)
Creepy name for a creepy fucker who don't need the fame
Chopper got so many bullets, I don't need to aim
Yeah, I'm in the whip, 'bout to take off my t-shirt
I've been working so hard that my feet hurt
I got a plan, and I'm never gonna divert (Limosa Nostra!)
Bitch, I'm getting high, higher than a seabird
What I'm smoking on sweeter than dessert
It's called Crème Brûlée
Goddamn, I'm great, can I demonstrate?
She let me penetrate, I talk dirty like a dinner plate
I spit in her face, she spit in my face
I go another time, then I regenerate (yeah)
We hear you talking, keep our names out your convo
Ouija said we go anywhere we wanna go
Big Chevy truck, bitch, not a Bronco
Big O, I got trees like Congo
Motherfuckers can't see us like some blindfolds (motherfuckers)
So high, they couldn't reach us on they tip toes