[Intro]
(You're a goner)
[Chorus: GXNER.]
Ho, I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up off all these Xans
Ho get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
[Verse 1: GXNER.]
I got a bomb inside the backpack
Gripping on an AK like I just came outta Baghdad
I been catching bodies though, like match that
There's another two down, gotta drag that
Pull up to the party, turn my ho into a zombie
Yeah I guess she looking pretty, she look better when she rotting
I got bombs inside the trunk like I just came out of Saudi
I got shells up in the pump if a poser want to copy
[Verse 2: YAUX]
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Your designer got some blood up on that shit
Talk a lot, I put my knuckles on your lip
Make a pussy think that he don’t wanna live
Make a motherfucker regret what he did
Your supreme is stained with red, uh
Why the fuck you yap your trap, this shit isn’t a Ted Talk?
Walking down Wall Street, I make these maggots fucking dead, uh
I’m a fucking monster, better watch under your bed, uh
Curb stomp a pedo, I’m sinking a body like free throw
I’m lighting his ass up like Greedo, uh
I make him sick, now his face turning green like he CeeLo
No, they don’t see no morals, they wanna beef, wanna quarrel
I make his head do a twirl, using a body for curls
Cannot resell your damn merch, you got blood on your shirt, I was making you hurl
(You're a goner)
[Chorus: GXNER.]
Ho, I'm geeked up, I've been throwing up off all these Xans
Ho get my meat up, got me taking off designer pants
If we link up, promise there's a hatchet in my hands
I've been getting dirty money, I got blood all on my bands
[Verse 1: GXNER.]
I got a bomb inside the backpack
Gripping on an AK like I just came outta Baghdad
I been catching bodies though, like match that
There's another two down, gotta drag that
Pull up to the party, turn my ho into a zombie
Yeah I guess she looking pretty, she look better when she rotting
I got bombs inside the trunk like I just came out of Saudi
I got shells up in the pump if a poser want to copy
[Verse 2: YAUX]
(You're about to get Yaux'd)
Your designer got some blood up on that shit
Talk a lot, I put my knuckles on your lip
Make a pussy think that he don’t wanna live
Make a motherfucker regret what he did
Your supreme is stained with red, uh
Why the fuck you yap your trap, this shit isn’t a Ted Talk?
Walking down Wall Street, I make these maggots fucking dead, uh
I’m a fucking monster, better watch under your bed, uh
Curb stomp a pedo, I’m sinking a body like free throw
I’m lighting his ass up like Greedo, uh
I make him sick, now his face turning green like he CeeLo
No, they don’t see no morals, they wanna beef, wanna quarrel
I make his head do a twirl, using a body for curls
Cannot resell your damn merch, you got blood on your shirt, I was making you hurl
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