Aight

Find me, I'm tired of you fucks
I swear I'm finna go to hidin'
Nascar this and Nascar that
It's getting fuckin' tiring
I wanna be alone, I ain't vibin'
None of your shit slidin'

Pussy boy, you can't fuckin' find me, find me
You can't fuckin' find me, find me
I can't fuckin' find me, find me
You can't fuckin' find me, find me

Knock your fucking head off your shoulders
Pussy, leave you slumped out
Used to give a fuck, but I cannot 'cause I'm a punk now
Play with pussy like it's Tamagotchi, I'ma bust out
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown

Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a Swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the chopper blow just like a creeper (aight)
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story
I sauce you up, make it gory
They lookin' for me like I'm dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo
Running yo' shit like I'm Deebo
Bitch, I'm a punk, I am not a hero
Chopper gon' make him do armadillo

Yeah, haha (agh)
That was just the intro
(Fuck) bitch
I swear to fucking God, I hate
Hold on, I got a lil' more, ayy

Ayy, I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherfuckers, is you down with the sickness?
Groupie bitches, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition
Y'all fictitious, so I'm acting narcissistic
Part a mistake, pussy boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't fuck with religion

Man, cut that shit off