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[Intro: Yung Skayda]

Your eyes are so red it's so cute

Bo- bo- boxcutters

[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest

Boy, you know you ain’t shit, you just look like an artist

I’m sick

I might put the red paint on ‘em just like a target

I’m upset

I don’t sip green no more thought I was the goblin got me sick

I am a fiend for poison I feel like I’m Gargen

Talking all that shit

Talking all that jargon

Shorty try say I’m toxic

Man I feel just like Carnage

Any n***a that wanna talk shit

He get turned to a carcass

My boy came with the mop

He lit ‘em up like arson

I can't rest now ops is lurkin'

These n***as talk down but can’t say it in person

I put that work in

I put my foot down, I hope I hurt thеm

I put my foot down, hoe that’s Persian

All of my demons gon’ cursе him

I sent my n***as to clean, detergent

All of my money blue just like the Earth

I got my head in the clouds boy high as a kite now ya shawty she tryna come flirt

I told her bands have to come first

Entree before dessert

Like where is yo man?

Left him on the curb

By now woulda thought he would learn

Here's what I stole

Here's what I earned

Here's all the money that come with a curse

-Stole -stole

Here's what I earned

Here's all the money that come with a curse

-stole -stole

[Chorus: Yung Skayda]

Turn it up, I’m ‘bouta fly

Turn it up, I’m ‘bouta fly-

[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]

You know how I rock

Pull up to my show on my rock shit

Little bitch say she want smoke

I told her she could if she suck dick

Get her out of my spot

Cause she blowing up where my spot is

I feel like a punk star

I think I need me a rock bitch

Enter my whip

I smoke a blunt now I'm out of my brain

I be smoking yeah I'm in the skies

Smoking to much I be frying my mind

I got it stuck in my veins

I'm used to smoking to numb all the pain

It's the same reason bro all of the game

We be up till we causing hate

She wanna roll up she go with the fiends

I'm 'bouta roll up and we all 'bouta die

I just be smoking the pack till I lean

Damn I'm so tired, can't open my eye

I wanna turn this bitch up it's a party

Swing round your head we be looking gnarly

Yeah, caught a body, caught a body

Knee to his nose now that boy is nodding

Turn up, I'm getting so turnt up

Got them drugs, I'm clutching my burner

Drink pink and my weed is purple

My wish is on command, Timmy Turner

Sipping on drink, It was purple

With the blue Tommy [?] just like [?]

Get beam and I commit a murder

Play a game and I commit a murder

Beam with the [?]

And that shit blowing up in your face

With a beam, or the bass

It got me and I'm upping the place

What you mean? What you like?

She know I can't offer a taste

She a freak, with her face

And her body I tug by the waist

[Chorus: Yung Skayda]

Turn it up, I’m ‘bouta fly, yeah

Turn it up, I’m ‘bouta fly, yeah

[Outro: Yung Skayda & Karm The Tool]

Run it up I'm 'bouta-

Run it up I'm 'bouta-

Run it up until I die

Do it 'cause I wanna-

Do it 'cause I wanna-

Do it 'cause I wanna die

I'm finna slide

Lasers, oh my god

I'm taking us to see god

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest

You can't even get started

You cannot top me even at your hardest