| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God |
| I’m turning crazy |
| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God |
| I’m turning crazy |
| Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit |
| I’m fuckin' nasty |
| Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit |
| I’m fuckin' nasty |
| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God |
| I’m turning crazy |
| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God |
| I’m turning crazy |
| Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit |
| I’m fuckin' nasty |
| Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit |
| I’m fuckin' nasty |
| Bitch I swerve |
| Steady swerve in my black rover |
| Me and gerd we’ll just burp till our days over |
| Gimme dose gimme dose, I won’t stay sober |
| Turning ghost, turning ghost then I’m game over |
| Flying like a concord |
| Living life on hardcore |
| Suck my fuckin cock whore |
| Make it pop like popcorn |
| Cause I’m underpressure |
| Deep in my depression |
| OCD obsession |
| Let me be opression |
| I make ya supersticious |
| Make ya supersticious |
| I make ya supersticious |
| Make ya supersticious |
| Go and get my packet |
| I need another packet, I’m fillin' up |
| My lungs like my motherfuckin sacket |
| So go and get my supper, the nicotine |
| My upper, bitch I don’t fuckin' play |
| I’m addicted little sucker |
| Bitch I believe in ghosts |
| And I believe in sorrow |
| You can hear it all in my flows |
| That I don’t want tomorrow |
| Fully breakin all of my bones |
| Just just to see how they hollow |
| I don’t give a fuck about hoes |
| Moms I like and I follow bitch |
| I make ya supersticious |
| Make ya supersticious |
| I make ya supersticious |
| Make ya supersticious |