[Pre-Chorus]
Soccernacho

{Chorus}
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back

I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her

[Verse 1]
Dick evident it's as long as a ruler
Us and a bitch we're not fucking with boonkers
Kiddo you're cool, homie we're cooler
Fussin' and shit I didn't come for a cougar
So many girls wanna call me theirs
Not unless you've got a 5 nic and blue hair
And can jump three stairs with only one leg
Only likes cuddles never wants to have sex
That's the shit I like
Ooh
That's the shit I dig
Got your girl in my house
She touchin' on my-
Woah
-Use Clean Language Please-
Whoaaa

Spend a hundred thousand dollars on my coffin
Want my dead body wrapped in Versace
Might as well kill everyone when I die
Bury me on top of every fucking body
But keep a layer of shit between me and them
You're as high as you'll go
I'm as high as it gets
Snort the lines, you a dime don't get pissed
The Adidas Girl with three lines on her wrist
You're lookin through slits and I'm eyes wide open
Lookin at my dick like wow that's big

{Chorus}
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back

I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't-
I'm tryna tell her I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her I love her
She doesn't love me back

[Verse 2]
So many fuckboys tryna get clout from the Rapids
I'll blast your shit, bitch stop rapping
You ain't shit on my main bitch
Imma kill every single one of you
With bars or jumpin outta cars
Beating your ass
Swear to God, that I'm never gonna lose
And I'll make it before any one of you are even tying your shoes
I'm fighting you, biting you
Till the fake shit oozes out your chest
Slit your throat, do your best to kill me
I'd willingly die once to see you die twice
I'm that nice

[spoken]
You feel me?
I'd give you another verse...
To be honest
If you weren't fuckin trash
You'll get em next time

{Chorus}
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back

I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her

[Verse 3]
Can't tell me shit
Hop out the Porsche
Hop out the van
I'm killing these fuckers
Yeah, Nachos insane
Back to the dough
Back hit the floor
I hit him once and his friends hit the door
That's how I feel
I'll beat your ass if it means I'm still ill
Tryna get a record deal then run up on you
With a platinum plaque like bitch how the records feel?
You ain't eating
That's a Methamphetameal
Down your drinks in Cetaphil
I'm a rookie bitch
And I'm beating you like you were never here
That I hear
Did you hear?
Still fucking the bitch that I kissed in the bathroom
Runnin off clout
When you try to rap it's a disaster
Make some shit that we care about
Air it out
Then don't come back
Or a fist isn't flying past you

{Chorus}
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back

I'm tryna tell her that I love her
She doesn't love me back
I'm tryna tell her that I love her

[Outro]
*phone ringing*
"Hey, Nick, uh, just called to tell you that I heard your song. Um, didn't love it... I'm gonna be honest, you were kinda mean, and yeah you were talking about people who are, you know, retarded and dumb, and stupid and disabled but, I mean, you gotta lay off on them. They're kids too. But, uh, get em next time I guess."