POLTERGEIST lyrics

[Intro]
I know one thing
Stop f*cking playing with me (Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor)
Brrt

[Verse 1]
Energy, override (Ayy, huh)
Struggling, overnight
n*ggas be overhyped, uh
Going hard, Dolemite, uh
Industry (What?), prototype, uh
In the street, motorbike
Enemy (Ayy), O to life (b*tch)
Exorcist, Poltergeist
And how in the f*ck I come up with this sh*t?
Lennox Lewis uppercuttin' his sh*t
Ayy, I'm finna do it, get to guttin' this b*tch
Make the whole crowd turn the f*ck up in this b*tch
You hear a shot, watch a n*gga toupee fall off
Make a n*gga flip like Lupe, skate off
Set this sh*t off like I'm Quavo and Takeoff
Run up, mask on, draw down and face-off
Tech with the deck, how I land in this b*tch
Come and shorten your span when expanding a clip
Hand on the Blick, ain't no man could predict what would come after this, leave 'em standin' in p*ss
Stretch until no hope is left in this b*tch
Until death is the only thing definite, b*tch (Grr)
Call me Jeff Hardy, one heck of a flip, I be catching a body, no wrestling b*tch (Ayy)
Rest in a pit and the rest is forget (Ayy)
n*gga f*ck the forgiveness he never could get (Shh)
Cheffin' and cookin' an effortless whip in the kitchen, I'm preppin' a recipe quick (Yeah)
It ain't no myth, yes I really do this
Gotta sniff yo' pure white on sum Pegasus sh*t (Shh)
She wanna f*ck, but I can't f*ck that b*tch, tell her just put her tongue on the edge of my di*k (What?)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, big f*cked up (Haha)
Got me f*cked up
PGF Nuk, tell a b*tch n*gga "Waddup"
On that PMS sh*t, tell a b*tch n*gga, "Shut up"
On that BMF sh*t, ride illegal with a cutter (With a gun)
n*gga tried to run up, I had to hit him with another (Bah)
He ain't want the smoke if it'll leave him with his brother
Put him in a box (Ha), send that n*gga to his mother
He'll be home before supper, throw the n*gga in the oven (Ha)
Hit him with a DE, have him crawling to the deacon
He was writing paragraphs, now that boy paraplegic
Pair of automatics, I'ma hold them both together
Shoot both them b*tches too, I can't even aim decent (Brrt)
All these b*tches the same and I ain't gotta peep it
Took the b*tch brain, but I ain't gotta keep it (Ayy, heh)
n*ggas be lame and they ain't gotta reason
They feed the bullsh*t, but we ain't gotta eat it

[Outro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it