[Verse 1: d0llywood1 & lieu]
I-I, I know you hate me, that's just a thing
I know you got lazy, it was just a fling
I am just so hazy, I can't see a thing
I'm with Zeke, I'm with Lieu, I'm with Delta (Big Penis Gang)
And we making fucking money like we rappers
So I do not give a fuck if you don't remember (E-e-e-e)
Said it's fun, when you had got my heart dismantled
I-I-I'ma light this bitch up like a candle
Y-Y-You don't need a reason
Bitch, I don't either, I been too busy fucking winning
I-I-I-I-I'ma spend my whole SoundCloud check up at Neiman's
Don't come around, bitch, I'll make it— (E-e-e-e)
I say what I want, do I really need a reason?
Talking down on me, n***a, you committed treason
And honestly, it's been a minute since I've seen you eating
Like, are you even eating? Are you even— (E-e-e-e)

[Verse 2: twikipedia & kurtains]
I'm with Zeke in a VC and he's silent
S-S-S-Said you're making money moves, got me dying
(I-I-I-I) W-W-Why you capping? Why you lying?
L-L-Looking at my moves, yeah, you're overanalyzing
Smoking on that gram, bitch, it really is a folder
Feel like kurtains, (I can't find you in my folder)
Said you're coming up, that don't mean a thing
Click, click, pause, and my guns go ba-a-a-ang
Smoking loud, dose it with propane (Hi)
4 AM, a lot of trauma in my brain
You're not different from the others, you're the same
You think you're so special, I'm going insane
Rockstar shit, everybody know my name
I know you hate me, but it really just a thing
Drugs in my e-mail, wait, that's not my song
If-If-If I hit a lick, then you know damn well that I'm go-o-o-one
And I'm starting all over again
Do not talk to me 'cause you are not my friend
[Verse 3: Jane Remover]
G-G-Got a taser on me, I feel like Raichu
Bus-Busted AF1's, I don't got nice shoes
W-W-Why you tryna copy everything that I do?
I ain’t Drake, I don’t make music to go cry to
Saw your song, you wrote three lies, like a haiku
Popped a Perky but it wasn’t a good night, dude
Tried to upload a beat you don't got rights to
Now you’re sad, 'cause the cash, it never come through
Call yourself a hero, I'ma put you in a box
P-P-Put you in a box, press one, get clocked
I-I-I don’t got no time for no beef on ROBLOX
Feel like a Youtuber, I get mad when I get caught
O-O-Off the Venus plant, playing COD
You just made a song filled with bots
Feel like 21, 'cause I got a lot
Green pockets, sixteen thots

[Verse 4: Lieu]
I'm with Delta, I'm with Kara, I'm with Zeke, I'm with the clique
B.P.G., w-w-we know where you live
I feel like Obama, we gon' bomb 'em
I'm with Delta I'm with Zeke and I'm with Kara
Take the clip out of my backpack (No Luvbackpack)
"nitemared up as fuck," you mistaked that shit for crack
I'm with Delta, I'm with Bomber, pull-pull up with the sticks, where you at?
We ain't stopping, you was simping for a bitch while I make racks
Get the fuck out, tryna ride the wave when your shit trash (We in ROBLOX)
Posted in the streets with a gat, you don’t know us (Twenty-one)
Did I make you laugh? (XD, LOL)
But you're ba-a-a-ad
(Deez nuts)