Pull up to the rave in the mothafuckin' graveyard
I'm just a slave to this damn rap wave, bruh
Swervin' in my lane, bruh, young David Blaine, bruh
I disappeared in the mind, fuckin' brain, bruh
Glo, doin' what I want to
Boy Froot, bitch, I'm a ghost and I haunt you
Posted up on the block, Gucci sandals, Tommy socks
And you know I'm slangin' rocks
Boy Froot glow, Lil Peep with the block
Sniffin' on that blow, never sleep, don't stop
Always on the creep, on the phone, straight talk
You know I got that glow right up to the top
All black like a crow, never talk to a cop
I never talk to no opps, bitch
Never talk to a cop
Call say dropped, I don't talk to the opps
I could walk to the block
Bitch I from the burbs where you still hear shots
When I die I'ma stop
Till then, bitch, all these pills gettin' popped
Mix rap with the rock
Young Kid Rock with the crack in his sock
Now back to the top
Strapped with a Glock, get slapped in the moshpit
I'm a young Green Goblin
Me and Boy Froot hit the bank then we mobbin'
Strapped with a Glock, get smacked in the moshpit
Say you strapped with a Glock, get smacked in the moshpit, bitch
