[Intro]
Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Here we go, I'm goin' in mothafuckas
Let's do this shit, yah

[Verse]
I'm the motherfucking king, bitch. Don't forget it
Imma kill you and your clique, fuck yeah I said it
I've had it up to here with these pussy motherfuckers
Talkin' like they on some deep shit. They gon' get the message
Tonight we overthrow the king of fuckboys
We on another level, bitch, call us zzzʎoqɟlɐH
We a God-teir crew. Taking shots like *PEW*
Now you might be thinkin' "who the fuck is this dude?"

[Bridge]
Keep talkin' little pussy
Bet your bitch crew got the same
Itty-bit of swag as a man with the accent
Yeah I'm talkin' like I'm ludicrous
But I'm aiming for the hate, shit's glorious
Shit talkin' while behind the screen
Go a little mean, but I say what I say;
I don't come around to play
If you wanna shoot back at Morata, step in line, bitch
Don't you think you're the only one bitch

[Verse 2]
Rap a little ditty with some hard shit
Sip a little liquor now we on this
Fuck a couple baddies, got your ex too
When I finish imma cum on her tattoos
Run your mouth, fuckboi, show some attitude
I ain't a hypebeast, but I'll die if you do
I don't give a fuck if I ain't famous
I only wanna eat the pussy raw, nameless
I don't wanna label any of my targets;
Shit's wack so I keep this bitch locked in
Trend-setting dick-riding motherfuckers like you
Don't deserve the credit where's it's really due
Got a little ego and it's showing
It's written on your face, don't blow it
You got a couple punk bitches and they're supporting
I'm spittin' fire on this bitch, call me George Foreman
[Bridge 2]
They only wanna see ya boi fail when reality
I've been failing since day one
It's only a matter of time 'til they find me and they put me in the mental ward where I belong
I just wanna make the money rain on these bitches but these bitches rain on my parade and it's no fun
I said it once and I'll say it again, I ain't a hypebeast, I'm a trash-talking minigun, yuh
I'm a trash-talking minigun
I'm a trash-talking minigun
Look

[Verse 3]
Verbally going for low blows
Run to your mama but she knows
They raised a little twat like you
When I'm done with this you'll become old news
Drinkin' heavy while fuckin' in the backseat
You've heard of me and my shit but don't know me
I'm a quiet little cunt, always huntin' for the cunt
Got 'em sitting on my face, shit's tasty
Fuck the cool kids, man, they don't really know
They just saying that they're down but they never show
They be slobbin' on my knob when I come out with a song
That's more lit than a house fire in Hong Kong
I'm sick of being shot down for the same dreams
That even bitch fuckers like you are aiming for or so it seems
Let's paint a pretty picture
See me goin' wild on stage yelling "fuck hypebeasts"
[Outro]
Yeah, fuck you