[Intro: Barretta]
I love you Ixzi
You fucking idiot
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak

[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't еven eat like [?]
Chuck up a piеce like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it
[Verse: Barretta]
I can't even serve no fiend
N***as will fall for a dollar, anemic
All for the dollar, don't need shit
Bitch you gon pop out and polish my penis
These bitches sus, and they schemin-
(Wait, wait, wait, did this n***a just say polish my penis?)

[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see-
(Nah, but really this n***a just said polish my penis)

[Verse 2: yourstepdad]
Stand ten toes or fall for the weak
For the money she swallowing me
If shorty valid imma follow her tweet
Brodie a fentanyl tweak
Freestyle, I don't need a sheet
Pussy tight she don't know how to queef
N***as lost they don't know how to see
N***as duckin', this no hide and seek
N***a's stuck he must be at his peak
Shorty's broke she must be outta meat
I cannot trust no treesh
Postin' a bitch got me feelin' defeated
Step can't rap like
That's what it feel like when you gotta fetus
Shorty talkin' keep it brief
Doing the homework she know I got reach
Gimme 800 and we got a feat
Shorty a milf she rubbin' my feet
(Did he just say a milf is rubbing his feet?)
Shorty cool as fuck, she do it for free
I beat up a huggy, he call him a skeet
(Did he say she was rubbing his feet?)
[Chorus: Barretta]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't even eat like [?]
Chuck up a piece like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it