[Chorus: Ghostemane]

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]

Mama always told me not to say nun mean

Well my daddy told me "stick a motherfucker when you need"

Safe to say I took the lesson from my pops, look at me, 23

Never been payin' respect to those who don't believe

K-R-double E-P in the S-T-R-double E-T-Z

With a Hennessy [?] on my feet

Drink till my liver can't take no more n' my soul tell me to take it slow

I do not have no self control and I'm always about to explode

Put a motherfucker in the ground

Next to a stone that says "I fuck with GHOSTE"

I hustle for my cash and then I don't know where it goes

Start a week with two G's

But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind

Cause I still make more than you would ever post online

Where you stay sittin' in your grandma's home

[Chorus: Ghostemane]

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

[Verse 2: Lil Infamous]

Bitch I got eyes like a sparrow

Double barrel, pull out bone marrow

None narrow, never on your throat choke on this metal

Never leave my home without the chrome, chaperone

Shawty is mad at me cause I am run from collateral

And I’m compatible with these bandanas or doing drugs

The sicker ones are underneath the Tommy gun

Bullets travel, better run like it’s a fucking triathlon

I pull out the stretcher

These hollow rounds in niggas like Hannibal Lecter

The 44 under the dresser like a compressor

Van is special when I catch em

[Verse 3: Locodunit]

Must not know that I snatch his lips right off his face

Take your bitch and pick her up and throw her in a phantom state

Bitch, I need my mula up front so I don't play about my cake

Tie you up and lay you in the middle of the interstate

You a [?] fucking with my lonesome

Smack you with that pistol till your nuts close to stun gun

Bitch, Loco better, hoe, I'm killing for a Honda

Send a pair of hollow tips straight through your eardrums

Okay now

[Chorus: Ghostemane]

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave

[Outro: Ghostemane]

Pussy motherfuckers talkin' shit, never to my face

Seen him at the spot, he did not even look my way

Sneak dissin', I'ma have my chick sneak 'dis in your drink

Having you seizin' like a epileptic bitch at a rave