text: Yeah
  Yo, Gunn, Ima, Ima just, Ima just fuck around
  I got soul, niggas aint gon hide
  Think you that big stepper, fuck around, get your ankles tied
  Im hot, boy, Im from the depths of Hell where you cant survive
  A cold day feel like a good oven when bakin pies
  Im in that bitch chillin like I sang about you were mine, you got it bad
  You aint gotta call me or hit my line, just 
  The doc said I need tranquilizer, new .40 got some mushroom, and psilocybin, how you doin? 
  Bunny hop off me when the money stop and check the ring
  See the blue moon like some runnin cops
  Check the doors, doors butterfly like when tummy drops
  T with that Westside Gunn, you get ya momma pop 
  All red lindell specs
  Lookin like Sally Jessy Raphaël in the stretch Corvette 
  Peace love , ayo, posin with the AK 
  My shooter in nueve
  Yé Dominique, goin twenty years vacay 
  I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say 
  Icon, legend, master my perfection, hes killin shit effortless
  God-level flow, leather trench on Vetements 
  For fiends, Supreme Pyrexs for measurements, devilish
  Thousand round drum, fun, your headll spin 
  Exorcist, treacherous
  If I was on that, niggas get slimed out
  Like egg yolk, I got some contacts that take your eyes out 
  I dont play, that boy on timeout, the Cartier crash
  I blew the tires out then hopped out 
  Like Leapfrog, baby, Im out my mind now
  Got too much paper, went overtime, and I aint sign out
  Im that boy, if you need proof, press the rewind now
  Or go get a map, go get lost nigga and find out, Im out here