CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : RaD1CAl T0tAllY Aw3SuM
Woah, yeah (Hello)
Woah (Hello), yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Hello), yeah
Woah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Psilocybin shrooms, I'm a psychonaut
She throw shards in the molly rock
Big blade on the chop like Tessaiga
Hit the DMT then get beamed right up
Cherry red i8 and the doors lift up
Ketamine lines like pixie dust
Bite down on a pill, make his jaw lock up
All this ice on me like a hockey puck
Backwood pack a punch like uppercut
Running through this guap, got paper cuts
Light a f**kboy up, can't pick him up
Stomp out—
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, hello)
Yeah, yeah (Hello, yeah, woah)
Yeah, yeah (Woah, Heaven or Hell)
Yeah (Let's rock), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), how you so radical, totally awesome?
So many racks and we totally off it
So many hoes on me, too many options
So many racks I can't fit in my pocket
All these dead faces, I put 'em in coffins
F**k up a check 'cause I know that she watching
Stones in the watch like Infinity Gauntlet
Vivienne orb and it look like a comet
Shrooms in the tea make my pineal blossom
Gas in the Wood and it's green like a Martian (Yeah)
Blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic (Yeah)
Two-door Porsche and the engine obnoxious (Go)
GLOCK in the 007 compartment (Go)
One in the head and the GLOCK is so nauseous (No)
I pull the trigger, the Glocky, it vomit (No)
Groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it (No)
Don't check the price, I just see it and cop it (No)
Ooh, you so good but I know that she toxic
Don't give a f**k, I'ma hit it regardless
Christian Dior but we living so godless
Japanese denim, the f**k is he rocking?
Designer bags every time I go shopping
Lean in my cup, n***a, this is not coffee
Woah, yeah (Woah)
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Psilocybin shrooms, I'm a psychonaut
She throw shards in the molly rock
Big blade on the chop like Tessaiga
Hit the DMT then get beamed right up
Cherry red i8 and the doors lift up
Ketamine lines like pixie dust
Bite down on a pill, make his jaw lock up
All this ice on me like a hockey puck
Backwood pack a punch like uppercut
Running through this guap, got paper cuts
Light a f**kboy up, can't pick him up
Stomp out his mans, go pick him up (おかえり)
I don't want your hoe, come and pick her up
Hit the hoe one time from the back, we done
Rock YEEZY boots, kicking sh*t like punts
Diamonds red and white like a fire truck
Got grams in the 'Wood, look like tree trunk
Finna blaze it down, now the 'Wood tree stump
In the rave geeked up on the molly chunks
In the Porsche two-door [?]
N***as nodding off on the Hi-Tech slush
I'ma hit his bae, hit his woman crush
Gonna top me off 'til the d**k erupt
Hi-C juiced up, yeah, pretty much
Want a young rich n***a, she don't f**k with bums
Hit a hoe once then I tell her get her [?]
Tryna hit my blunt, b*t*h, are you dumb?
You don't got no guap, go and get you some
You don't got no GLOCK, go and get you one
Yeah, YEEZY moon boots, Hi-Tech monsoons
Hi-C rock out, yeah, totally, dude
F**k on bad hoes, yeah, I totally do (Yeah, yeah)
She want Hi-C 'cause she know I'm that dude (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad b*t*h and she from the UK
She saying, "Hi-C, you totally safe"
She give me top and I nut on her face
Yeah, how you so radical, totally awesome?
So many racks and we totally off it
So many hoes on me, too many options
So many racks I can't fit in my pocket
All these dead faces, I put 'em in coffins
F**k up a check 'cause I know that she watching
Stones in the watch like Infinity Gauntlet
Vivienne orb and it look like a comet
Shrooms in the tea make my pineal blossom
Gas in the Wood and it's green like a Martian
Blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic
Two-door Porsche and the engine obnoxious
GLOCK in the 007 compartment
One in the head and the GLOCK is so nauseous
I pull the trigger, the Glocky, it vomit
Groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it
Don't check the price, I just see it and cop it
Ooh, you so good but I know that she toxic
Don't give a f**k, I'ma hit it regardless
Christian Dior but we living so godless
Japanese denim, the f**k is he rocking?
Designer bags every time I go shopping
Lean in my cup, n***a, this is not coffee (There's no turning back)
Woah (Hello), yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Hello), yeah
Woah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Psilocybin shrooms, I'm a psychonaut
She throw shards in the molly rock
Big blade on the chop like Tessaiga
Hit the DMT then get beamed right up
Cherry red i8 and the doors lift up
Ketamine lines like pixie dust
Bite down on a pill, make his jaw lock up
All this ice on me like a hockey puck
Backwood pack a punch like uppercut
Running through this guap, got paper cuts
Light a f**kboy up, can't pick him up
Stomp out—
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, hello)
Yeah, yeah (Hello, yeah, woah)
Yeah, yeah (Woah, Heaven or Hell)
Yeah (Let's rock), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), how you so radical, totally awesome?
So many racks and we totally off it
So many hoes on me, too many options
So many racks I can't fit in my pocket
All these dead faces, I put 'em in coffins
F**k up a check 'cause I know that she watching
Stones in the watch like Infinity Gauntlet
Vivienne orb and it look like a comet
Shrooms in the tea make my pineal blossom
Gas in the Wood and it's green like a Martian (Yeah)
Blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic (Yeah)
Two-door Porsche and the engine obnoxious (Go)
GLOCK in the 007 compartment (Go)
One in the head and the GLOCK is so nauseous (No)
I pull the trigger, the Glocky, it vomit (No)
Groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it (No)
Don't check the price, I just see it and cop it (No)
Ooh, you so good but I know that she toxic
Don't give a f**k, I'ma hit it regardless
Christian Dior but we living so godless
Japanese denim, the f**k is he rocking?
Designer bags every time I go shopping
Lean in my cup, n***a, this is not coffee
Woah, yeah (Woah)
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah
Psilocybin shrooms, I'm a psychonaut
She throw shards in the molly rock
Big blade on the chop like Tessaiga
Hit the DMT then get beamed right up
Cherry red i8 and the doors lift up
Ketamine lines like pixie dust
Bite down on a pill, make his jaw lock up
All this ice on me like a hockey puck
Backwood pack a punch like uppercut
Running through this guap, got paper cuts
Light a f**kboy up, can't pick him up
Stomp out his mans, go pick him up (おかえり)
I don't want your hoe, come and pick her up
Hit the hoe one time from the back, we done
Rock YEEZY boots, kicking sh*t like punts
Diamonds red and white like a fire truck
Got grams in the 'Wood, look like tree trunk
Finna blaze it down, now the 'Wood tree stump
In the rave geeked up on the molly chunks
In the Porsche two-door [?]
N***as nodding off on the Hi-Tech slush
I'ma hit his bae, hit his woman crush
Gonna top me off 'til the d**k erupt
Hi-C juiced up, yeah, pretty much
Want a young rich n***a, she don't f**k with bums
Hit a hoe once then I tell her get her [?]
Tryna hit my blunt, b*t*h, are you dumb?
You don't got no guap, go and get you some
You don't got no GLOCK, go and get you one
Yeah, YEEZY moon boots, Hi-Tech monsoons
Hi-C rock out, yeah, totally, dude
F**k on bad hoes, yeah, I totally do (Yeah, yeah)
She want Hi-C 'cause she know I'm that dude (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad b*t*h and she from the UK
She saying, "Hi-C, you totally safe"
She give me top and I nut on her face
Yeah, how you so radical, totally awesome?
So many racks and we totally off it
So many hoes on me, too many options
So many racks I can't fit in my pocket
All these dead faces, I put 'em in coffins
F**k up a check 'cause I know that she watching
Stones in the watch like Infinity Gauntlet
Vivienne orb and it look like a comet
Shrooms in the tea make my pineal blossom
Gas in the Wood and it's green like a Martian
Blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic
Two-door Porsche and the engine obnoxious
GLOCK in the 007 compartment
One in the head and the GLOCK is so nauseous
I pull the trigger, the Glocky, it vomit
Groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it
Don't check the price, I just see it and cop it
Ooh, you so good but I know that she toxic
Don't give a f**k, I'ma hit it regardless
Christian Dior but we living so godless
Japanese denim, the f**k is he rocking?
Designer bags every time I go shopping
Lean in my cup, n***a, this is not coffee (There's no turning back)
