(Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Ha ha ha ha ha) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked-) Ooh-ooh Come in this bitch, I'm flooding, gunning Running with the devils, mane Triple the six up, fuck my bitch up Flipping crucifixes mane Spawn of Satan riding with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from heaven, junkie creeping out a coma Tell me how you want it Demons clinching on my heart, boy Creeping in the 7th Down that motherfucking St. Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me Fuck a standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fucking Grammy (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) Ay, Romeo (Glock tight, smoked out) Romeo There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm digging 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like I chew bait, unsheathe the blue blade And place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the fuck you know of Pullin' the wool off of the wolf and facing facts sober? These last few months, bitch I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading Yeah I'm a king cobra (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Ha ha ha ha ha) (Glock tight, smoked-) (Glock tight, smoked out) (Tight, smoked out) (Glock, smoked out) (Tight, smoked) (-ked out) (Tight, smoked out) (Glock, smoked out) (Tight, smoked out)

Oh snap, soul slap Bustin' up your dome cap Funkonaut Oh snap Funkonaut Bounce to the beat like Oh Bounce to the beat like Oh Oh snap, soul slap Funkonaut Bustin' up your dome cap Not all who wander are lost Bounce to the beat like Bounce to the beat like Bounce to the beat like Funkonaut

What's up? I just got one thing left to do Okay And this is it, just right here Oh shit Brand new, can't get enough We can't get enough, DJ run that track then Ooh this shit be hittin' different Ooh it's lit Ooh this shit be hittin' different Griztronics Ah this a sound boy killa Ooh this shit be hittin' different Ah this a sound boy killa Griztronics Get this place rockin' alive

Hold up it's the anthem Put your fuckin' hands up Smilin' cuz I'm young, rich, gay, and I'm handsome Yeah the fam go beat like Sooba I got a stone cold look like Medusa Shit you heard about me, that's a rumor Unless they talkin' how I'm stackin' up the Gouda Smash your mans, throw him back Grab that ass, yeah throw it back If you talkin' that shit get bazooka'd You know game ass lookin' like a blooper Oh imma go ghost in Bermuda Got my blessings on fleek, hallelujah Throw it back, throw it back classy Zooma zooma zoom don't gas me Who the fuck are you don't ask me Hot boys, hot boys, nasty Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Hot boys, hot boys, nasty Throw it back, throw it back, oh my Smash your man, throw him back Hey yo GRiZ, run that shit back Throw it back, throw it back, oh my Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Snatch your bag in the chair with the whole squad I'm so bad I should be outlawed I just did your mans, made him say "oh god" Now when they see my bag all they say is oh god Yes I'm booked, yes I'm busy On my clean shit, feelin' like Ricky Rode a boy save the horse like yee-haw Me and him make it look like a see-saw Wu-Tang, ooh baby he don't like it raw Give me a beat when I shim shim shimmy ya Throw it back, throw it back classy Zooma zooma zoom don't gas me Who the fuck are you don't ask me Hot boys, hot boys, nasty Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Throw it back, throw it, throw it, throw it back Hot boys, hot boys, nasty Oh god All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god Smash your man, throw him back Hey yo GRiZ, run that shit back All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god All they say is, all they say is, all they say is oh god Now when they see my bag, now when they see my bag Now when they see my bag, all they say is oh god It's a kiki, it's a kiki, me and GRiZ yah we gettin' freaky It's a kiki, it's a kiki, me and GRiZ yah we gettin' freaky

I woke up Depressed as fuck I wanna sit around and tell you how it sucks How it's hard to walk with spaghetti legs And a mind that's freaking out about the world we're in I feel like quicksand's Sucking me down to my last limb I'm at the bottom of the ocean and I can't swim I'm at the bottom of the ocean And I might just quit I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud Shh Went to bed feeling sick again I try to stop the voices in my head Holding on tight while my room spins Take a deep breath as the fear sets in I love distractions Taking my mind off of life 'cause Everything thing about it makes me anxious Every single day I try to cope with it I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud Shh I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud I keep the TV on to drown out the sound My mind is way too loud My mind's way too loud Shh TV on, TV on, TV on, TV on Drown it, drown it, drown it, drown it Don't turn off the TV please