(Oh, yeah, yeah)

Okay
My bitch bad like battle rappers that make albums
With no outcome, X the middleman, no Malcolm
Where's the Talcum? Powder, when I smack niggas
Palm itchin', Napalms, we (bomb business)
Battle the strategist, it's just a game of battleship
Nayvadius, the futuristic version of an avid kid
Actavis, everybody lean on me
Got them bags full of goodies like I'm CeeLo Green
Who the fuck tryna mob out?
I been on my job, no need to call out
Turn your crib into a game of Fallout
You put me in the water, bet I crawl out
Alligator swag, can't do with the navigator swag
(Indirection) Viewer discretion upon my beat selection
You came with aggression, now your neck gon' need protection
(Py-pyrotechnics) Watch 'em come with the water hose
Make it rain on the bitch, that's how you water hoes
Make it rain with the clip for those that all oppose
Put they face in the box inside a centerfold
Fire flows like I'm red and white Mario
Zeltron out the barrio, cold as Ontario
These niggas hysterical, I'm historical
I am the oracle, I been know what's in store for you

Big angel in the projects, the greatest prospect
Roughin' mangy, but I'm God's pet, nothin' far-fetched
Seatin' four-deep in the 404, yup, forties a four on four, up
Homie's a ho', this home up, four feet and swear he grown up
Holy Miyagi, patrol the whole thing with no lease on us
My lil woadie, go Broly on anyone that show up
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? The angel dog is out
Dog 'em on sight, niggas'll log him out
Ain't shit to blog about
Oh wait, that's right, you got a lot of mouth
But don't want cottonmouth
Duckin' smoke, he know the firehouse
Gon' wet his mama house like a boat
Okay, I got another route you could go
Like we tryna leave out the house, what are those?
Mhm, get up slow, mhm, deal a gun big enough to give us some hope
I hope he quick enough
Hope these niggas really got pressure 'cause I was blessed with it
Especially when this .38 special, suggest it's best you split
Don't let me let it spit, promise his head'll split
Promises kept of a messy nigga, don't mess with this
She said, "I notice you a dog, but this some G.O.A.T. shit"
She said she want it from behind, I told her, "No shit"
She said she wanna sixty-nine, I told her, "Don't snitch"
She said, "Kenny, you got that fire, can you toast this?" (Pyro)
G.O.A.T. killer, throat slitter, dope-getter
Go-getter, crunch time, no sit-up
Grown man, no sitter, grown nigga
Like Dot Ellis, pro-pitcher, no-hitter

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Denzel Curry, Kenneth Charles III Blume