(Verse 1):
He give me brain like a scholar

He diggin(s) me, word to Skylar

Says he want a baller

You Fucking up in the finals, Now Lebron is Bothered (Oop)

(My pissy pops severely, and yours don’t!)

My bitches need bags, need them in every color

My bitches is bad, think we need our collars

Bitches my Doppleganger, they are imposters

And That’s The real Keke, word to Palmer

(Hook):
Bow your head, Do you like how it taste?

Bow your head, we going have to say grace

Bad bitches always clean their plates