[Chorus]

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist

I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist

Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish

Bust and did the Dougie, bitches love me for my panache 

I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice

I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas 

Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon 

It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

[Verse 1: Ave Campbell]

It aint no dirt on my shoulders, took it to the max, Plus Ultra

You don't see the drip need coasters?

You don't see the bread need toasters?

Snake niggas kings like Cobra

Baby I’m king like Kai, play with me you just might die, know a dumb nigga gon try

They be asking questions like "why", cutting through they circles like pie

Niggas too drunk off emotion but I only offer sobriety

Nigga go get you hug or go work on ya hustle or maybe go get you a diary 

Move like a God in this bitch and if I’m with a bitch and if she on my dick it's ok they consider it piety 

Niggas downplaying the motion cause they too embarrassed to text me and ask if I'm hiring

We keep it all under wraps, the village is hidden, we structured it out like the government 

We signed a contract in blood, I call up the homies it look like an animal summoning 

I raise 2 fingers and focus my aura, the chakra surround me and sound like it's bubbling

I need a clone cause I get way too busy so while I do this it could handle some other shit

We keep the heat for the winter

I whip the whip wit the spinners

10 bad joints in the sprinter

They just wanna smoke do henna

They just wanna drink, take picture 

All the bad bitches like dinner

I meditate for the inner

Peppermint Tea with the Splenda

They always fitting to finna

Picture me giving a finnuck

[Chorus]

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist

I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist

Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish

Bust and did the Dougie, bitches love me for my panache 

I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice

I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas 

Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon 

It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

[Verse 2: BukDaWorld]

Omelette du fromage in her ear like I'm Dexter

Conversation heavy she can't wait to feel the pressure

Momentum make her shake, in my wake word to Richter

Every line straight to the point, that's a vector

My hypothesis, Buk flow can only be measured in negative Kelvin

More uncomfortable, then a baby boy living with his mom and a nigga name Melvin 

Think state alchemists, one clap of the hand and my pen becomes a cannon

Think I’m mangaka because I can pen what's filler and what's canon

Self prognosis, genius in psychosis, think of myself as closest

Vegapunk, Joker, Moses, blessed and chosen every verse Magnum Opus

Buk on a beat bad omens, trot like the pale white horsemen, every adlib like locust

This a death scythe like Soul is, Shang Tsung leaves his opponents soulless uh

Finish him 

I keep an eye for the shit like millennium

I can imply shadow realm where I'm sending em

Chance to survive is like none to a oblivion

Tell a hooligan “hula hoop”, he'll spin again

Thinking that I'm superstitious

Cross caskets for superstition

God tier with a rap affliction

Every song sparks an inquisition detailing my exact position

[Chorus]

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist

I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist

Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish

Bust and did the Dougie, bitches love me for my panache 

I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice

I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas 

Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon 

It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference