[Chorus]
Walked in the house
I was gripping on a 40
Got a big drum
Got a Tommy and a shotty (e-e-e)
Feel like Pickle Rick
Ay I'm posted with Morty
Finna smash his face in
He won't remember like he Dory
(X2)

[Verse]
All you bitches know I'm the best
And you know that I'm fucking her breasts
And you know my life is a mess
And I'm gonna die a good death
You gonna stop at the red light
You wanna fight you gon' die right
Got a Glock with a beam and a sight sight
Suck on my cock do it right, right, right, right

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus]
Walked in the house
I was gripping on a 40
Got a big drum
Got a Tommy and a shotty (e-e-e)
Feel like Pickle Rick
Ay I'm posted with Morty
Finna smash his face in
He won't remembеr like he Dory
(X2)

[Versе 2] (Papa Sleep)
Walking in the house Imma shoot up on the couch
Acting like a tweaker Imma get to passing out
Smoking mid I been sounding like a squeaker
You a bitch In a wife beater
Smoking bunk In a two seater
Imma pull up and laugh at your face
Smoke that bitch out get her high like It's space
Make all these bands while you work for that wage

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus]
Walked in the house
I was gripping on a 40
Got a big drum
Got a Tommy and a shotty (e-e-e)
Feel like Pickle Rick
Ay I'm posted with Morty
Finna smash his face in
He won't remember like he Dory
(X2)