[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus]
I feel like Bayonetta how I stay with a strap
And my legs long, make yo' bitch wanna tap (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
I can't even function when I'm hittin' the gas
I been in the function with the blick in my lap (Ayy)
Got a couple dozen hits, I'm waitin' to jock
Got the speakers bumpin' when they play all my tracks (Ayy)
I just did a show in Austin with the whole mob
Shout-out I Am Henry 'cause he him and that's fact, ayy

[Bridge]
I'm smokin' on pack, for real
ISSBROKIE, she been a lil' Mack, for real (Ayy)
Every time I drop a track, haters sayin' it's wack, but I'm gettin' these racks, for real (Ayy)
Most of my haters straight bitch-made
Shit stains if they saw the strap, for real (Ayy)
Switchblade to they face, just like Powerball, hatеrs gettin' scratched, for real (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I hеard that he wanna buck, but he gettin' struck if he wanna scrap, for real (Ayy)
Get hit with a uppercut, got him lookin' up like he checkin' my stats, for real (Ayy)
KARMAMØB in the cut, we been in her butt if we thinkin' it's fat, for real (Ayy)
Not really, you rappers suck, hang the mic up
No one bumpin' yo' tracks, for real (Ayy)
Shout-out my boyfriend (Yeah), got that long (Yeah) dick
Got me archin' (Yeah) my back, for real (Yeah)
And if I do not get the nine, you get hit with the knife
But I really don't lack, for real (Ayy)
Some of y'all don't like my gay lyrics, but I really be sittin' on laps, for real (Ayy)
Yeah, most of these rappers ain't makin' lyrics
When it comes to runnin' shit, it's laps, for real (Ayy)
[Bridge]
It's rats for real, I came with that tech
Doin' tax right off, so that's money was spent (Ayy)
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be prolly sellin' fent
Now I can buy a zip, shit don't make a dent (Ayy)
Shout-out Jen Tenison, my wrist on Ben Tennyson (Ayy)
Sippin' Wok hard, that's medicine (Pussy)
My shit dark like melanin (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
But my wrist white like Eminem
Wrist lookin' white just like blxdesmith (Ayy)
This lil' white girl not to play with
I'll slice the tires off your Audi A6 (Ayy)
ISSBROKIE that hottie, always make hits
Yeah, ISSBROKIE that shawty, always matin' chicks (Ayy)
You don't really catch bodies, you just fakin' shit
I can't fuck with rappers, they be fakin' shit (Ayy)

[Bridge]
I only fuck with rappers know they makin' it
If yo' bitch wanna clap, I beat her cake, then dip (Ayy)
I've been goated (Go, go) at rap since a little kid
And yo' b' (Go, go), I been tappin' since I was a jit (Go, go)
I got me a new Patek matchin' with the Ricks (Go, go)
How the fuck do you match a watch with the Ricks? (What?)
They come to my shows tryna get lit
They come to yo' shows just to take pics (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I feel like Bayonetta how I stay with a strap
And my legs long, make yo' bitch wanna tap (Yuh)
I can't even function when I'm hittin' the gas
I been in the function with the blick in my lap (Ayy)
Got a couple dozen hits, I'm waitin' to jock
Got the speakers bumpin' when they play all my tracks (Ayy)
I just did a show in Austin with the whole mob
Shout-out I Am Henry 'cause he him and that's-him and that's—

[Outro]
I'm smokin' on pack, for real
ISSBROKIE, she been a lil' Mack, for real (Ayy)
Every time I drop a track, haters sayin' it's wack, but I'm gettin' these racks, for real (Ayy)
Most of my haters straight bitch-made
Shit stains if they saw the strap, for real (Ayy)
Switchblade to they face, just like Powerball (BROKIE, your music fucking sucks), haters gettin' scratched, for real (Ayy)
I heard that he wanna buck, but he gettin' struck if he wanna scrap, for real (Ayy)
Get hit with a uppercut, got him lookin' up like he checkin' my stats, for real (Ayy)
KARMAMOB in the cut, we been in her butt if we thinkin' it's fat, for real (Ayy)
Not really, you rappers suck, hang the mic up
No one bumpin' yo' tracks, for real (Ayy)