(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Go loco (woo), brain go loco (skrrt)

Pockets on sumo, flexin’ like I’m Kujo (rah)

Trap bounce, too cold, movin’ like I’m Pluto (yeah)

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I go loco, loco, loco, can’t control the tempo (nah)

Diamonds dancin’ cha-cha, movin’ like flamenco (ice)

Stack it up like Legos, blow it out the window (whoosh)

Every time I step out, they yellin’ out, “He’s mental!” (woo)

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I go nuts, straight pistachio (yeah)

Cash machine, keep it mechanical (brr)

Backflip bands, acrobatical (flip)

Life too fast, never gradual (skrrt, skrrt)

Slide in the whip, go turbo (vroom)

Energy high like nitro (boom)

Brain wired up like Wi-Fi code

Mixin’ up sauce like gyro (drip)

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I go loco, loco, loco, can’t control the tempo (nah)

Diamonds dancin’ cha-cha, movin’ like flamenco (ice)

Stack it up like Legos, blow it out the window (whoosh)

Every time I step out, they yellin’ out, “He’s mental!” (woo)

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Voices in my head, they speak in Morse code (brr)

Money talk fluent, I don’t need no chorus (nah)

I just keep runnin’ it up, I’m Forrest (run)

Drip so foreign, passport tourist (ice, ice)

Wrist on disco, shine like crystal (bling)

Bass hit hard, got the whole block tremble (boom)

Way I cook heat, trap chef on griddle (chef)

Whole game sweet, turn candy to Skittles (taste)

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I go loco, loco, loco, can’t control the tempo (nah)

Diamonds dancin’ cha-cha, movin’ like flamenco (ice)

Stack it up like Legos, blow it out the window (whoosh)

Every time I step out, they yellin’ out, “He’s mental!” (woo)

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Pop off, volcano, brain on fuego (fire)

I’m on beast mode, cheat code, no halo (rah)

Whole squad wildin’, move like tornado (swish)

This my arena, welcome to the rodeo (yee-haw)

Heart too cold, need antifreeze (brr)

Whip too fast, burn gasoline (skrrt)

I just live life like it’s fantasy

But my trap bounce sound like a stampede (boom, boom)

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I go loco, loco, loco, can’t control the tempo (nah)

Diamonds dancin’ cha-cha, movin’ like flamenco (ice)

Stack it up like Legos, blow it out the window (whoosh)

Every time I step out, they yellin’ out, “He’s mental!” (woo)

(Loco, loco, loco, loco, loco, loco, loco)

Yeah, I’m mental, ayy, ayy (skrrt).