Me and Octi in the kitchen, steady cooking up
We got gas, we got Xan's, all that shit that leave you slumped
You overdose on my shit, I don't give a fuck!
I'm selling RC's, this shit make me rich as fuck
I'm selling NBOMe, this that shit that make you fried
I'm selling NBOMe, this shit make you lose your mind
My bro got a pill press, we making fake X
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm making paychecks
I just sold a feat and made a paycheck
I'm so busy that I'm charging for a placement
I knew that I'd come up, I had to be patient
You ever been so fucked up? Call it "Turnt up"
Super Xan, Superman, Molly, turnt up
Need a bitch named Molly, let's get turnt up
Classic hashish, that shit get burnt up
What you made off? Get your lays up
You ever been interrogated with no laces?
(You ever been interrogated with no laces?)
Boy, your ass a snob, I know you ain't shit, you ain't shit
Para dupliseras, I got way too much
She wanna ball, she wanna ball, I'm running through the mall
Fuck the store, fuck the store, fucking up the mall
She wanna call, wanna call, but I do too much
Three g's on me, trust me, you can smell the musk
2famous, that's squad, squad, you can tell we up
She ask "Do you ski?", she must be off some rocks
My pants, they rocks, yeah, pillies in my socks
Me and Octi in the kitchen, steady cooking up
We got gas, we got Xan's, all that shit that leave you slumped
You overdose on my shit, I don't give a fuck
I'm selling RC's, this shit make me rich as fuck
Me and Octi got the most swag in the club
Me and Octi got the biggest bags in the club
We pop out on stage, all the fans showing love
You tryna hang around but you can't 'cause you a scrub
You can't 'cause you a lame, every single day, you sit around and you complain
But, bitch, I get a bag and that's why we aren't the same