[Intro]
(KARMAMOB; we're smoking on housecat lions)
Oooh
I'm boutta disrespect women on this beat
I'm boutta disrespect trans women and cis women in the same song (Facts)
Muahaha (Yeah, ay)
I'm feelin' devious (Ayy)
How should I start this shit out, though? (Ayy, ayy, yuh)

[Verse]
I'm gettin' full as a bitch off the J
I can't fuck wit' no slut if that bitch not my bae (Ayy, ayy)
DAMN
Brokie done came out the bay
Bitch, I'm from the north, I am not from L.A
S-S-S-S.F., but I ain't with the gangs
Tools step when I pull out the TEC; she spray
You get no hoes, no hoes on the way
New set; fuck Housecat, ain't with the strays
Like bed rocking (Mm, augh!~ Mm, augh!~ Mm)
Tha-That's how I hit from the back, hoe
[?] like Trump, had to go through the backdoor
Haters be bitchin', like what is you mad for?
How come the opps tryna get in his asshole?
Ain't talk 'bout a screen when I say that my Mac glow
Tweetin' 'bout me—why you all on my sack, hoe?
Called up the opp just to call him a fatso (Fatso)
I fucked his bitch, she got played like a banjo (Banjo)
Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies, I look like I'm Rambo
They think that I'm playin'; this shit is not Hasbro
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace; my body; they lookin' like, "Damn, bro"
Bitch know I'm servin' the key—piano!
Why you critiquin'? You not Fantano
Think I'm a bum, why I sleep in the [?]
Why yo bitch all on my MEAT?
If you wit' yo bitch, why she lovin' on ME?
My hoes like [?], way they comin' in THREES (That bar was so out-of-pocket; I apologize)
I cannot fuck wit' a rapper that's fuckin' with teams
A-A-All of my diamonds, they shinin'; they gleam
Stop dick-ridin', you not on the team
I spit that fire while I wear Supreme
Sike, I can't even afford that shit
Rick Owens, you know that I wore that shit
So I get on the mic' and record that shit
I'm wit' that bitch and we DoorDash wit' it
Fuck on yo bitch then ignore that trick
I'm in the coochie; explore that shit
She get slapped with the dick; she adore that shit
I cannot fuck with these bitches like Andrew Tate
I can't fuck wit' no bitches; you'd think I was gay
But my man got a dick and you know it's a ten
And I will fuck on yo bitch, but her coochie be stank
I'm in the whip wit' a stick like the Jakes
If I'm in a road, get out of my way
I fuck on yo hoe, repeat like [?]
Bitch, I'm in the zone; I need a new cape
I fuck then I go—no, I do not stay
I'm sorry, lil' hoe, but I don't do the dates
[Outro]
Stifled laughing (Ayy!)
I'm sorry, bro
I sound so misogynistic (Ayy, ayy) on this beat, dude (Yeah), I needa (Ayy!) turn this shit off (Yeah, ayy, yuh)
Needa take my ass to bed
Laugh
Ayy, ayy, uh
Ayy, ayy, uh
Yuh