(Verse 1)
Boutta put you in your motherfucking casket
Lil' Riding Hood, got my money in a basket
Puff puff pass bitch, you know I’m boutta pass it
I can't believe I said that, I am such a fucking maggot
Getting money like a crack addict
And you know we playing Fortnite cause we cracked at it
Call us AC/DC cause we back in black at it
And you know I'm boutta go off like a fat maggot
Man this saxophone sample really cool, ain’t it?
The first thing I know when I jump in the pool is I made it
Got the new SNES, hope I don't break it
The first thing I know is that this shit is cruel, ain't it?
I got one, two, three, four fucks to give
But, you don't understand who you're fucking with
All you bitches really out there always sucking dick
But I got a lotta fans that I hope will livе, bitch


(Verse 2)
I really lovе all your shit-talking
Grandma really getting mad at your knit-blocking
I cannot fuck with you haters cause you dick-blocking
They tryna' know all about me with the lit stalking
Such a cruel kid being bad witty
Nothing like a good kid in a mad city
I'm the type of person to call your frat shitty
This the good shit, this crack litty
Call me Mr. Krabs the way I grab (Money)
I'd try to tell you more but, you shouldn’t know, honey
I know this is a joke but, it’s not that funny
I need a tissue cause my nose getting runny
You need some Ibuprofen girl, you got a headache
After this, we'll go back and make the bed shake
I don’t really give a fuck about your bread bank
Fuck it, I ain't paying
Now I'm going to a higher rank