[Intro] Yeah, yeah Just lit my cig' in this bitch Shoutout to Kurt Cobain Haha, yuh (Slice ain't even got no license for that fire) Ayy, yuh, ayy, let's go Yuh, let's go Bitch, let's go
[Verse 1] Like I'm Puss in Boots, I'm always with the switchblade And like I'm Dr. Seuss, I'm stayin' with them damn things Mean your banana could get fried, you a plantain That mean your head-top could get bust, you is champagne I'm in that water, caught the scurvy, need a tangerine I'm in the cut, I did him dirty, need a Band-Aid About to blow, give me a second, I'm a hand grenade They sleep on me, I'm Freddy Krueger in some Gucci frames
[Chorus] Must crush them, dust We badmon, never in a rush Why they follow us? (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Make fuss (Ayy, ayy-ayy) 'Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the pus Said we must crush them, dust (Yeah, yeah) We badmon, never in a rush (Yeah, yeah) Why they follow us? Make fuss (Yeah, yuh) 'Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the pus (Huh)
[Verse 2] This ain't the matrix, bitch, I think I'm in the nexus She thought I was from Houston 'cause everything is bigger in Texas They on my meat, they think shit sweet like a Big Texas You copy me, you parakeet, you are my breakfast I know your pockets underfed, they anorexic I'm so misunderstood, my character perplexin' I'm like a bad experience, teach you a lesson And my appearance cause delirious affections
[Chorus] Must crush them, dust We badmon, never in a rush Why they follow us? (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Make fuss (Ayy, ayy-ayy) 'Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the pus Said we must crush them, dust (Yeah, yeah) We badmon, never in a rush (Yeah, yeah) Why they follow us? Make fuss (Yeah, yuh) 'Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the pus
[Verse 3] I'm in the wild and I'm tough, I'm elephant tusk It's been a while, life been tough, that shit lookin' buff Go for a while, like the Nile, I'm a blessed child They criticize 'cause I'm toxic, yes, I'm human bile They pull up, A-E-I-O-U, like a human vowel Hate the fact that I am absorbent, I'm a human towel They are my children I aborted, do I go to Hell? I'm in that Tom Ford, I afford it, I got money now
[Chorus] Must crush them, dust (Yuh, yuh) We badmon, never in a rush (Ayy) Why they follow us? Make fuss 'Cause my flow infectious, can almost hear the—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
