| Ay psychopatchet |
| Turn up |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (turn up turn up) |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (hey hey) |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |
| Pull up to the function (ay) |
| I don’t feel nothing (nah nah) |
| Phone full of fake friends (huh) |
| I don’t trust no one (no one no one) |
| No more emotion (nah naw) |
| That shit is poison (yeah yuh) |
| Perc and a xan now (hey) |
| Now I feel something (turn up) |
| Got the pacc thats the remedy |
| I ain’t got the time or the love or the energy |
| I don’t feel nothing but emptiness finally void of all my insecurity |
| Smoke four blunts now I’m second guessing everything |
| Boomin is my hobby shawty you ain’t gotta call me grab the motherfuccin' Ouija |
| Board and pussy pop to some of me |
| I be at the Double Tree, budget suite |
| I be in the trashfire, Gutterwater boy |
| Got the Nardwuar glocc and I’m poppin' the shots like doot doola doot doo |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (turn up turn up) |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (hey hey) |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |
| 28 grams yeah that is an onion |
| Since a little boy had the roccs in my soccs baby these ain’t no bunions (these |
| ain’t no bunions) |
| No more emotion (naw) |
| That shit is poison (turn up) |
| First fucker set trip (turn up) |
| Ouija gon' slump them |
| Got a hundred bitches texting me |
| I’m just struggling to understand the one I got next to me |
| Voices in my head got the poison bout to drown out everything |
| I ain’t filling nothing putting bullet holes in everything |
| Shootin' up the party shawty booting up the molly |
| Ima pull off in a Rari bitch I put this shit on everything |
| I be going ham motherfuccas pulling ham strings |
| Ima do the damn thang |
| You don’t do a damn thing |
| Hold up Ima do the Silence of the Lamb thing |
| Eat your motherfuccin brain in front of you and everything |
| I’m like brother Lynch and Big Lurch having brunch you a sacc lunch to an animal |
| Carnivorous cannibal |
| Damn it all |
| All that is left at the scene is a motherfuccin' sloppy joe |
| Where did the body go |
| Where did the body go |
| Do not ask Ouija that fuccer don’t ever tell |
| Got the Nardwuar glocc and I’m poppin' the shots like doot doola doot doo |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (turn up turn up) |
| I let my glocc talk |
| I let my baby talk (hey hey) |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |
| Now talk to em glocc |
| Talk to em baby |