I might just rip out that pussy boy's throat
You’re talking shit about things you don't know
Try and run up bitch you might just catch the pole
You acting tough, you got bacon in your phone

Fuck the pigs I might just take your bitch down to the market, uh
Fuck her quick, she give me sloppy top she like to drop it, uh
Give a fuck about you
Wanna talk it, better walk it bruh
Try and pull up on me
Bitch you might just catch an upper-cut

I can't really dance, I’m way too drowsy off the xans
I've been working hard for 14 fucking hours tryna cram
That pussy mad 'cause he still stuck in the past
He got no plans
You not the man homie
Better try and catch up while you can

These pussy's Tryna hate, I'm staying strong
Ain't never gonna stop
You keep on riding waves
You just a lame
You're talking to the opps
Your tracks, they sound the same
You copy paste, you never gonna pop
You're still stuck in your ways
You’re scared to change
I’m gripping on that mop
I'm counting pesos
Bitch we not the same homie
You moving way slow
Please don’t try and "Hey bro" me
If you say so
Flexing but you bought those sheep
I'm getting paid hoe
Ain't not fucking cloning me

I might just rip out that pussy boy's throat
You’re talking shit about things you don't know
Try and run up bitch you might just catch the pole
You acting tough, you got bacon in you

Gizmo:

Bitch you don't know what I know
Talking shit then I slit your fucking throat
I don't give a fuck
Leave the blood on the floor
I told you once, I don't fuck with you hoes
Get the fuck up out my house before I flip
Bitch you know I know that you were talking shit
I count one, two, three
You better dip
Or imma pin you down
Cut off your bottom lip
Bitch