(Ad-libs)
Man, what the fuck is this beat?
Let's go
Ay neon, this shit the fucking heat
Aye

(Verse 1 - N3ONBR!GHT)
I could let a bitch roll up my blunt
But not that bitch, man I can't trust
Check out my files, man they were corrupt
Walkin with the cap, i'm about to bust
Im feelin' trippy dawg, but I could give a fuck
I ain't sippin wock, im sippin straight chalk
Like i'm a redneck, Im Gonna pull up in my truck
I ain't from the dirt, I came up from the mud
You need to take a mint, shit smell like a dumpster
Breaking bad, we like Jesse and Walter
Im flying in this bitch, like a helicopter
Feel like a dream stan, cause “where the hell my father?”

(Chorus - Y33TY99)

Bitches talk shit, I don’t wanna talk
Walking on the beat, I’m going for a walk
Minx bite me off like I’m built like chalk
I’m with yo bitch she sucking on my cock
I’mma rap in kilometers
I’mma touch the thermometer
Wishing death upon others
I’m with yo bitch and I’m sucking on her udders

Who the fuck you talking to?
I’ll have you know I’m built like you
Out of the way I’m coming through
And I’m just moving with who I like, bitch
So short, call you Ike, bitch
You’re one of those people I dislike, bitch
Bye, bitch

(Verse 3 - N3ONBR!GHT)
Bitch, Im rappin at 110 kilometers
Make yo girl chew on my wood like a beaver
You can have my old bitch, I think she a cheater
Im inside of the line, Im waiting at little caesars
Passing these assignments like im the teacher
Keepin it real, vro think you a keeper
Boutta blow up this shit, Like i'm a creeper

Get the hell out of my sight
Meet me out back if you wanna fight
I dont say the N-word cause i'm fuckin white
Rockin these jeans, they hella tight
Fill up my cup, Pour in the sprite
With the syrup
I saw my bro crying, Told him to cheer up
Its almost 7 AM, I've got to get up
[Alright final verse, lets go]

(Y33TY99 - Verse 3)

Bitch, why you talking when I didn’t even ask you
Showing ton of flaws man, I’m gonna have to pass you
Call your ass Dream, I gotta fucking unmask you
If you have a firewall, I’m gonna have to crack you

Sucking this dick, she gonna give me that knowledge
I’m in your house smoking pot in your cottage
Giving me brain like she just finished college
Punching that bitch like I’m Danny Gonzales

Bitch, you better call me a mob spawner
Cause I’m throwing a party, that’s a pretty big offer
And your girl’s bringing friends along her
While I’m still alone like I’m Alan Walker

You could’ve kept and eye on your girl, you know?
Cause me and her are going to Mars, Bruno
It’s all gone down to one, Uno
How many bitches do I really have? Who knows?

(Outro)