(So here's this instagram guitarist Davin Glover)

(Miming track after track to prove to the world)

I'm gettin high

(How it's edited and faked..)

(I've given this guy a lot of shade to this fake instagram guitarist crisis)

I'm gettin high

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

C-C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees (shoot that bitch!)

That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha (shoot that bitch again!)

A-A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper

I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller (shoot that bitch!) (shoot that bitch again!)

C-C-Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck (Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!)

B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech

S-Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest (Ay! Ay! Ay!)

I-ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left (talk yo shit)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

I-ill spin that shit again, I'll spin that shit again, motherfucker (fucker) (fucker)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

I'll spin that, I'll spin that, spin

I'm gettin high-

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)

Yeah hoe!

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees

That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha

A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper

I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller

Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck

B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech

Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest

ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left