[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
And this bit produced by Faux, ay, warr
(Ooh that's hot, I'm fuckin' wit it)

[Chorus]
Mmh, think I had enough, I've had way too much
She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow
I can't even munch, she told me to cuff
She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low
Mmh, think I had enough, I've had way too much
She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow
I can't even munch, she told me to cuff
She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low

[Verse]
I'm tryna keep my focus, and watch out for them locusts
This ain't rap, this poetry, take it in and soak it
Carbon on me, don't die onna outside, I ain't jokin'
I feel like Yite, I'm in that 'Yota, bust a lick on Copen's
No more totin' two shots, Glock came with a bonus
Colored coat, my brother Joseph, call me Kevin Jonas
I'm learning bout' subtraction, I got my GED
Divide the opps, and round up to the nearest BLP
And I named the draco Stacy Dillsen, it go vrrt, it got a lisp
Lil' jit tried to rob me, he left with nun', he got himself a ruptured disc
*cough* *cough* *cough*
I'm smoking too much Nazi, bih
Graffiti paint, a Swastika, me and Shiesty burnt that bih
[Chorus]
Mmh, think I had enough, I've had way too much
She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow
I can't even munch, she told me to cuff
She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low
Mmh, think I had enough, I've had way too much
She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow
I can't even munch, she told me to cuff
She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low