[Part I]

[Hook: ilysm]
Yo, whatchu talkin' bout? I ain't stupid (I ain't stupid!)
All your tracks go dummy hard when they muted (Hoo!)
You got all that money, umm, how you lose it? (How'd you lose it?)
I ain't even really care boy, I'm cruisin'
Whatchu talkin' bout? I'm exquisite
We blew up quick but brodie out here need a minute (Motherfucker)
He lackin' yeast, can't get his bread up, ain't no problem to me
We just reelin' pussies in with that Luck of the Sea

[Verse: sor uh]
I got that Lure III on all of my verses, you too pathetic
I'm not seein' sugar baby, boy maybe you're diabetic
With that lack of racks, boy I'm smokin' pack you smokin' mid
I made that money stack, boy, you ain't makin' crackin', [?], I mean uh
So elusive, so underground
You can't even follow my level baby, don't make no sound
Lately I'm makin' waves
I went from EarthBound to I Love You in a couple days
Still lookin' for your plays, shit

[Hook: ilysm]
Yo, whatchu talkin' bout? I ain't stupid (I ain't stupid!)
All your tracks go dummy hard when they muted (Hoo!)
You got all that money, umm, how you lose it? (How'd you lose it?)
I ain't even really care boy, I'm cruisin'
Whatchu talkin' bout? Can you answer that?
I ain't ever wanna see you 'round here, matter of fact
Whatchu talkin' bout? Are you stupid?
All your tracks go dummy hard when they muted
[Outro]
Yes! Kill!

[Part II]

[Verse: ilysm]
OK, damn!
Brodie whipped for me, I think he Johnny Test
Talkin' bout my tracks but he ain't hear 'em yet
Like he Kaworu man, he should watch his neck
Make this bitch a press conference how I'm showing off that tech, bitch (Aye!)
I got a spliff in my hands
I smoke ya pack in advance
Brodie wanna be a rapper
I make him fit in a can
Point the strap, make him dance like Kobeni
Cause he wanna be me but just isn't funny
Aye, I'm Usada Pekora
You the federals

[Hook: doin' fine]
Miu Iruma bitch, I'm that gorgeous girl genius
Pull up his the city, got the opp on Expedia
Piss on a bitch, got him seeing in sepia
Tanqueray in my system, I woke up in Armenia
Pretty blonde twink and he look like Emilia
You only bump trash, that’s mysophilia
And I feel like MF DOOM (Huh?)
Wikipedia!
[Verse: sor uh]
Hey, loadin' up your pages, baby
See you postin' mid pack
Sit back, lemme freshen up that track with Tic Tacs
That bitch back, countin' up my racks, I got a fixed stack
You pussies lack that flavor, need some pickles on your Big Mac

[Verse: Piranha Mae]
Undercover officer, Piranha Mae the harbinger
Wired like I'm Lain tonight, crawlin out your monitors
Twistin' like I'm [?], you get that Just Monika
Your [?] when I'm nearin' you, automata

I feel like dracula
The heat come and I pack it up
When i fly high in the night time
[?]

[?]
[?]
I'm a heavensent devil doing devilish shit
[?] passive agressive when I'm fucking your bitch, [?]

[Hook: doin' fine]
Miu Iruma bitch, I'm that gorgeous girl genius
Pull up his the city, got the opp on Expedia
Piss on a bitch, got him seeing in sepia
Tanqueray in my system, I woke up in Armenia
Pretty blonde twink and he look like Emilia
You only bump trash, that’s mysophilia
And I feel like MF DOOM (Huh?)
Wikipedia!
[Outro: doin' fine]
Can you keep your voice down, please?
Yeah, I gotchu!