Teen Spirit Radio, Vol. 1 Transcript

[Part I: Toxic Baby*]

[Intro]
Yeah
(You're now listening to Teen Spirit Radio live on Power '98. Thank you, GUCCI-woo.)
Huh, fuck all that da-da shit
(Evil Empire)
You know where to find me, ayy

[Chorus]
My little baby so damn toxic
Bought her Perc's and then she top me
We movin' chickens, teriyaki
I love the money like my side-bitch
Don't put my money in no bank
A Nike shoe-box be my safe
Oh, I might shoot him in the face
If he comin' to my place

[Verse]
Oh, he not gettin' cash
Oh yeah, that's why he mad
I got my Glock in a bag
Boy, put them racks in a bag
She pop a pill, we fuckin' on three tonight
Boy, put that Glock down, you can't shoot it right
Boy, you no trapper, you can't move right
When I pull up she [?] like movie night

[Chorus]
My little baby so damn toxic
Bought her Perc's and then she top me
We movin' chickens, teriyaki
I love the money like my side-bitch
Don't put my money in no bank

[Part II: Seen a Ghost*]

[Intro]
Then she start takin' the videos
Dip on that bitch like you seen a ghost
(Evil Empire laughing all the way to the bank, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I got a real bad-bad bitch
Nail Perc's pink, she don't even think (Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
I think I— (I think I—)

[Verse]
Said I gotta think
They say that pressure creatin' the diamonds
Well, I'm at the brink
Bitch, I'm 'bout to break
I got a real bad-bad bitch
Nail Perc's pink, she don't even blink
Then she start takin' the videos
Dip on that bitch like you seen a ghost
Got a problem with [?] on pretty hoes
I'm in the chest while she spendin' my money up
We tryna [?] this [?] 'cause you done enough
Damn, you mistaken if you think you runnin' up
I'm everywhere, who the fuck is you runnin' from?
Pull up with sticks then we don't do no one-on-one
That bitch a thot, she can't wait for the summer
And she got ass, she get that from her momma
Hit that bitch four times, tell my dick that I'm Stunna
Bend that bitch back, I'ma beat like a drummer (You're now listening to Teen Spirit Radio live on Power '98. Thank you, GUCCI-woo.)
Keep me a rifle, you think I'm a hunter
These niggas snitching, they lyin', your honor
And she gon' fuck even though this a [?]
She [heard the music?] and that's why she wonder
This not a jersey, my shirt NUMBER (N)INE
I'm never worried, I grew up in crime
I smoke the dope just to pass me some time
My bitch love coke but don't pass her a line (But don't pass her a line)
Shit gettin' old (Shit gettin' old)
Still on go (Still on go)
Still won't fold (Still won't fold), know some [?], them tiny [?] (Them tiny [?])
Ain't no vibin' with no ho
Get me mine and then I go
Need my time and need my dope
[?]

[Part III: End of the Movie! (Carlos Boozer)*]

[Intro]
(You're tuned in to the industry's finest DJ: DJ Gutta, the mothafuckin' mixtape king, you bastards.)

[Verse]
Ain't nobody gon' touch me
Shoutout to my city and my gang, yeah, they love me
I just make her roll my woods, I don't ever let her fuck me
Hold up, shoutout to my hood 1500, we some trouble
Heard you like to flex, but you ain't got no muscle
We just brought the TECs, huh, we don't like to tussle
Hope you got a vest, my bullets gon' love ya
I don't like to text, I just called your Uber
Hope you know you givin' neck or you will get a Uber
My bitch got a OnlyFans, I call her a shooter
But I am her only fan, put my dick into her
Cryin' 'bout a follow count, boy you are a loser
I just dunked on yo' bitch, call me Carlos Boozer

[Part IV: Jason Vorhees]

[Intro: Jessie Reyez & BIGBABYGUCCI]
I feel what you feel when you're far away
When you're far away
When you're far away, oh
Yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Where did we begin, uh
Ayy, know you're tired of that shit (Tired of that shit)
Yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Wit' a mask on, baby, I'm Jason
Silhouette, yo' body I'm tracin'
Swear it's too much time we wastin'
I'ma chill, I ain't even gon' say shit

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I'm thinking, "Where did we begin?"
'Cause we gon' finish on the bed
I told you I was in a rush
But you ain't tryna hear that shit