Pull up to the rave in the mothafuckin graveyard
Im just a slave to this damn rap wave, bruh
Swervin in my lane, bruh, young David Blaine, bruh
I disappear and I mind fuck your brain, bruh
Glo, doin what I want to
BOY FROOT, bitch, Im a ghost and Ill haunt you
Posted up on the block, Gucci sandals, Tommy socks
And you know Im slangin rocks
BOY FROOT glow, Lil Peep with the block
Sniffin on that blow, never sleep, dont stop
Always on the creep, on the phone, straight talk
You know I gotta go 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 dont talk to the opps
I could walk to the block
Bitch Im from the burbs where you still hear shots
When I die Ima stop
Til 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 smacked in the moshpit
Im 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