[Intro]

(Nuke Radio)

(Warning, Nuke Music might damage you’re eardrum and hurt your soul)

[Verse 1]

Going fast in that ghost, then I'm racing

If you talking 'bout lil' Nett, then you brainless

Yeah, you hatin' on the kid, tryna make it

Yeah, I'm from the same city, and you hating

Going fast in that ghost, then I'm racing

If you talking 'bout lil' Nett, then you brainless

Yeah, you hatin' on the kid, tryna make it

Yeah, I'm from the same city, and you hating

And your bitch got Witch Gang on her playlist

And we go up, clock racing

She want take the dick, this bitch wanna face it

She wanna love the- she wanna love the Nett, but I cannot love a bitch

She want- she want fuck the Nett, maybe I can fuck your bitch

I'm in the trap, make it real right

We out bad in this ho, bitch, we getting to them racks

Long live my fucking brudda, this shit coming from the heart

Fuck 12, they some hoes, that shit coming from the heart

Thought she was my friend, she left me in the dark

(Nuke Radio)

[Verse 2]

Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh

Bitch I'm getting to them racks, like my dad did

Yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

I don't fuck with cops, because the cops are racist

And I don't like class, 'cause the clock's racing

Going fast in that ghost, then I'm racing

If you talking 'bout lil' Nett, then you brainless

Yeah, you hatin' on the kid, tryna make it