[Part 1]

[Intro]

Yup, yuh yuh

Whore, lets go ahhhh

[Verse 1]

Mephisto, I'm the devil of this shit

Like a backstroke, I got the water on my wrist

Like some Battletoads, I got the green in my Amiri jeans

Shoot a sweet nigga in his cantaloupe

I'm in the whip, pockets bloated; stressed Mrs. Puff

Regular Show, bitch wanna get that fist pump

Matter fact black activist with my fist up

Like the 40 year old virgin, I do not give fucks

I can never go to sleep when I think bout the bag

With that logic, I'd make a 'mill when I take a nap

Dora the Explorer, I got tools up in this backpack

When I show this [?] now he can't act

Your broke ass, your poor ass my whip on King Boo

If I hit you with these blue shеlls there's two types of bluеs

Got jelly bean in my blunt now I'm higher than a roof

My girl fine, my neck shine, what do I have to lose?

[Part 2]

[Interlude: Huey-BLT & miind]

Since day one, I been telling you

To always talk yo shit on the beat

On it yeah I'm up lil bitch, I ain't never noticed it

You always wanted to do whatever you wanted do

Now I'm telling you right now, with these beat right here?

Not into politics, I ain't messing with none of these niggas

Bitch I rock this shit, I ain't never yuh yuh yuh

Nigga talk yo shit!

[Verse 2]

Fairy tale ass niggas always story telling

Blood of the bottom of my Yeezy's like I pissed off Eleven

Like a blocked text I got the green

But I'm stuck on blue message

Goliath with the sword on my chop

You bout to see heads severed

Bitch I'm cold, I get to popping like a soda with the frisk

You ain't never touch no band cus you ain't never take no risk

I can step on your endeavors with this fire, can't resist

Put the pepper to his top like a Only Fans bitch uh

Bitch I've been sick when I make this guap, I guess I'm bed ridden

I can put two dots up on top just like it's Yeat written

I might go vegan cus niggas think I got beef with em

Why would I focus on a nigga if he not in my vision?

When I do this shit, I do it right their ain't no wrong mistakes

When I hit yo bitch Ima hit this lick, two birds in a rocks place

Killing these rap niggas is my bad habit like I'm Steve Lacy

Burn you with this heat leave em deceased I guess I cremate em

Blast shit but you done before that

Got yo bitch peach in the crib where Toad at?

Where my soul at, prolly where my pole at

Me and my niggas sipping on mud like a mole back

Blick em reverse that shit *unintelligible words*

Lunch box how I pack the pole again

Think I won't shut shit down, I run this shit