Goulish lyrics

[Intro]
And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds

[Verse]
f*ck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'ma have to headbutt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi sh*t, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pus*y in a can, red is the flag
f*ck with me wrong, I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere
I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel-Air
That's real n*gga talk, these n*ggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your b*tch hit that head so hard, we get concussions
n*ggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach b*tch and her tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no f*ck sh*t, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks, and you sweeter than one-six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
You f*ckin' with some n*ggas that'll murk y'all
n*gga, you softer than a motherf*ckin' Nerf ball—bird call!
Brrrr! What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' sh*t, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!