[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh
Stuff, stuff a‚ uh

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
I stuff a Glock in my bitch pocket (Hey)
Bitch‚ stop it‚ skinny n***a, big papi (Hey)
I put the pedal to metal, we go Nicki Minaj (Huh)
One deep‚ baby, can't top it (Brrat)
5'9", with the stick‚ I look like Big Papi
I keep a shotty, bottom bitches not harm me
How could I not be? Everything you copy, huh (Bitch)
I killed rock, now I'm sending bullets at you zombies
You never haunt me (Hah), n***as tried to Vietnam me (Yeah)
But I've been playing with pistols since you watching Toonami (Yeah)
I'm not a rapper, I'm white trash in a mocha body (Oh)
Ain't no career, I'm just hoping Madonna adopts me (Facts)
I get it popping, fuck rock, bump Poppy (Brrat)
I put the stock in, I'm scheming, I'm not plottin' (Hah)
These n***as steppin' to me, end up Gianni Versace'd, n***a

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]
Say, say
Do a feature for what?
Bro, I been dyin' to kick it
I'm too big for my britches
I'm too rich for these bitches
Rich in spirit, not in wealth, n***a
Don't get it confused, you feel me?
Again, do a feature for what?
(Like, like, what the fuck for?)
[Verse 2: Buzzy Lee]
And you know that I'm afraid of everything
Written like a ghost stuck behind the wind
And you know that I'm a fool with the thing
Written like a ghost in the wind

[Outro: Abdu Ali]
Keep goin', baby
Make me cry, n***a
Like, make me fuckin' cry
Make me fuckin' cry
We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry
We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry