Released: February 17, 2017
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr. Germ
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro: GERM]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her I loved her—lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho, bleedin' concrete
Snortin' Oxys, feeling God body like, "who gon' stop me now?"
Runnin' 'round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now? Get hip, get it now
I'm gone 'till November, got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the Cadillac, seat slightly sat back
On my side, I got my Baghdad
Hotel hoppin', bombin' back, back
Dynamite in the Gucci knapsack
Ruckus in the church, Jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt
Buzzing, I'm loud
Never stoppin' 'till they stick me in the dirt
[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a Benzo, wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut Throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, wanna ride in the Caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leaking, drippin' all down my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like No Limit in '96
Stunt like I'm Wayne on Tha Carter VI
Now I got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch, what?
This that motherfucking gospel
Kanye, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council
[Verse 3: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up 'cause I'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type O on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when I whip it
Looking like the Cadillac bent, looking like a car accident
Spilled my guts, and I spilled my cup
Lean on my liver, I ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuckboy skull so I can sip in peace, my G
Don't follow me 'cause bad shit happens with Germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties, they lack the seeds, no matchin' me
These bags of weed, yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene, no gasoline
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her I loved her—lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho, bleedin' concrete
Snortin' Oxys, feeling God body like, "who gon' stop me now?"
Runnin' 'round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now? Get hip, get it now
I'm gone 'till November, got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the Cadillac, seat slightly sat back
On my side, I got my Baghdad
Hotel hoppin', bombin' back, back
Dynamite in the Gucci knapsack
Ruckus in the church, Jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt
Buzzing, I'm loud
Never stoppin' 'till they stick me in the dirt
[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a Benzo, wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut Throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, wanna ride in the Caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leaking, drippin' all down my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like No Limit in '96
Stunt like I'm Wayne on Tha Carter VI
Now I got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch, what?
This that motherfucking gospel
Kanye, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council
[Verse 3: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up 'cause I'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type O on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when I whip it
Looking like the Cadillac bent, looking like a car accident
Spilled my guts, and I spilled my cup
Lean on my liver, I ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuckboy skull so I can sip in peace, my G
Don't follow me 'cause bad shit happens with Germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties, they lack the seeds, no matchin' me
These bags of weed, yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene, no gasoline