[Intro: Mateo Quinn, iCue, NayJayids, & Crispy Cumsock]
I will fucking kill you you understand?
I will fucking eat you my n**** you understood?
Leg
Do you understand?!
Agreed
Next time I see you I will shove my dick in your fucking mouth
That's so sus!

C'mon Bruh!

[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and a gc ez
GS got the drum, not like Weezy

Ur own boys don’t back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don’t like

[Verse I: iCue]
Pull up with the mandem
Seemingly random
Roll in with the handsome phantom
Strap up the nose and a tantrum
Who's that? Your dad
Are you mad?
I feel bad when you're sad cuz you mad but I'm glad
Cuz I add your dad to the list of the men I've had

Flip you upside down
IQ shut it down
Boi you a clown, fight me in Nuketown
No bots, two dots, on the minimap couple shots

Shots in a cup
Then we drink up, yup
Hold up, back up
Did you say that you and my dad wеre gonna hook up?

[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, aftеr he die
Put him in a spliff and a gc ez
GS got the drum, not like Weezy

Ur own boys don’t back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don’t like
[Verse II: Lil Bruh]
Turnin’ on flight mode, like Turner
I think imma bunn son, no burner
Never got safety on
Cuz my head too big like One

Workrate, workrate, what is your birthdate?
You can get chinged so put on your breastplate
Calling my shoota’ I'm calling my best mate
Ching in your chest you fall like a milk crate

Big up the opps and big up the mandem
Yeah we Shloink but we ain’t a gang ting
Best believe still rise up my ying
Dashin’ like Tay-K pull out the big ting baow

Suck on a cow
Like big Wayne say wow
Operate the ting with skill
Get shot with a bullet no bill

[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and a gc ez
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Ur own boys don’t back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don’t like