[Intro]

(This song was made by a genius)

[Verse 1: zombAe]

Blood everywhere, I need [?], cold heart, bitch, you need more pain

Canine, I'm waiting for the hell's gate, and winter's coming, that's okay

I'm a god off that cocaine, never make it out the same, same

I've been movin' like a [?], feel like I left in a [?]

Terrorist, I murder this, done it, bitch, I burn this shit

A horror show, deplorable, you know that it's horrible

Back to my court, nothing to say, I'm in the [matrix][?], nothing to say

Know what to say, I'm on a plane, [?], I've been [?]

All these crackers really want a whoresy, yeah-yeah

Want a fresh kill that I'm spoiling, yeah-yeah

Dripped up whole lotta racks, [?] attention

[?], go on, [?], hold up the killings

[Refrain: JOHNNASCUS]

I don't even like saying words

I don't even like saying words

[?]

(I hate speaking my language—)

I don't even like saying words

I don't even like saying, I don't even like saying

I don't even like saying words

I don't even like saying words

[Verse 2: ilysm]

(I don't even like saying words to you, bitch)

Now, hoe down, hoe down, hoe down, bitch

Slow down with that bullshit music

Three albums in three months, and ain't no streams? That shit confusing

I thought bro was dope, 'til all they racks turned into lawyer speak

And I thought they was lit, until they treat that [?] like comedy

Touching my racks, then you ain't my friend

[?], then you fucking dead

Hitting the floor, you fuck with the kid

You take it back now, but I know what you said

Heard he on his villain tour, next show out in Tel Aviv

You can stay up bitch, I don't even want your ass to fuck with me

They needed [?] for clout, [?] hop on the beats and he running my mouth

I roll with Zazie and Johnny, these cartier on me, y'know, I'm gon jump out the house

[Refrain: JOHNNASCUS]

I don't even like saying words

I don't even like saying words

I don't even like speaking to fucking human beings

[Chorus: zombAe, zombAe & ilysm, ilysm, STOMACH BOOK & Starri]

Geeked up looking across

Now I understand, but that shit just a mess

One-two-three, say, "Fuck the feds" (Fuck the feds)

One-two-three, say, "Fuck the feds" (Fuck the feds)

Geeked up looking across

Now I understand, but that shit just a mess

One-two-three, say, "Fuck the feds" (Fuck the feds)

One-two-three, say, "Fuck—" (Fuck the feds)

[Verse 3: ilysm]

[?] in your spliff, pull that weed, yeah, roll that shit

Keep [?] crowder, head in the clouds, but we move louder

Uh, she let me score like newgen, all your sound is nougat

I'm sick of all this winning, but I'm always 'round these losers

I teach 'em boys like tutors, always run a rack like hooters

Recoiling at my wrist, because it's covered in them boogers

Recoil up out that strap, it's non existent

I got nerves of steel, it hurts to peel from all this love

But tell me, what you really feel?

Uh, I think you wack as hell, man, I think you move like snail

I think my chin is thick, they wanna feel like braille

[Verse 4: zombAe]

Fold 'em, fold 'em, fold 'em, I don't care about your folds

Niggas feel they flying lotus on the gram, yeah, that's for sure

Crackers thinking 'cause I cope with that, I will not up the [?]

Still that nigga from [the store][?], just got tired of being broke, uh

Watch me, as I blow up like a windmill in Los Angeles

I see your country, as it burns and teach your children Mandarin

You fuck with Musk, and Trump, and Bezos live, 'cause they philanthropists

Well, their hands in your pockets, while their other hands molesting kids

I got the cable, I'm meant for the dead, I [?] dread (Ah)

Revolution [?], I told shawty, "I just need the head, like the french"

[?] is fucked up in these water runners, they pretend they ballin', but they on the bench

I put this shit into gear, bitch, and I'm building like [?]

And you think we in Florida, how we pulled up with the ski mask and [?]

[Bridge: ilysm]

[?], I was young and poor, my life was super radical

Really been they teachers, now we always on sabbatical

Think they problem solving ways that cut these short and magical

It really just been nice, this ain't a dream, boy, this the actual

[Chorus: ilysm, ilysm & zombAe, zombAe, STOMACH BOOK & Starri]

I'm geeked up looking across

Now I understand, but that shit just a mess

One-two-three, say, "Fuck the feds" (Fuck the feds)

One-two-three, say, "Fuck the feds" (Fuck the feds)