[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it

[Chorus]
Hittin' his head with that stick like Fred Flintsone
Bitch, I done been gone
Walk through the end zone, hittin' that touchdown
Bitch, I ain't givin' no fuck like the friend zone
Catch a opp, bingo, fuck all that lingo
Hunnid shots on me, he catch, ocho-cinco

[Verse 1]
I'll show these n***as how to talk that shit like they downloaded Duolingo
Doin' no single, uh
Two guns on me, get chipped with the can just like Pringles
I was in jail givin' two fucks, they ain't even give a lil' n***a a toothbrush
Plot tryna beat up the CO
Can't get no bail til I meet my PO
N***as be P-O-O-R
Bitches will race to the money like go-karts
Bitch tryna fuck, I want no parts
I just be makin' my music like Mozart
Wavin' that stick like I'm Wolfgang
Catch you a puck, try to fuck with them n***as
Get his shit cooked like a gizzard, then clippin' the tail off that boy like a lizard
[Verse 2]
Shit is real life, shit is not a movie
Deuce-deuce in my boot, leg is not a movie
Gamble yo' life if you fuckin' stupid
If that boy disrespect me, he gotta shoot me
When he catch a shot, it is not confusin'
Lil' bitch, this a MAC, this is not an UZI
Givin' me brain like a college student
Know my bitch real bad like Kakegurui
Ayy, heh (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch real bad like Kakegurui
I'm that n***a 'round here like I'm Shaka Zulu
N***a talkin' real loud, but he not gon' do it
Playin' crazy, all of that shit is not gon' move me
Heard that boy want me gone, he will not remove me
Boy, don't act like you bad and then die a goofy
I'm disturbing the peace like I signed with Luda'
N***a singin' a tune 'til we stop his music
Then that shit'll go flat like a model boobies
Shit'll go flat like a awkward silence
Get to hittin' that bitch, it is not Karrueche
Hittin' that bitch, I ain't C. Breezy
G-Eazy, if I said it, you know I mean it
Be easy, you try me, you know I'm fiendin'
He greasy and probably know a demon
[Chorus]
Hittin' his head with that stick like Fred Flintsone
Bitch, I done been gone
Walk through the end zone, hittin' that touchdown
Bitch, I ain't givin' no fuck like the friend zone
Catch a opp, bingo, fuck all that lingo
Hunnid shots on me, he catch, ocho-cinco

[Verse 3]
Shoot shit like Quinton Tarantino
Link with yo' bitch at the Vegas casino
Went, bitch, I left that bitch at the N.V. and ran
I might drop her off at the Holiday Inn
I'm smokin' on gas in the parking garage
That boy caught a bullet, I call that a pic
The fuck do that mean? Mean he caught a collage
Hit with the Nicky, up all in his eyes
Two guns, one opp, what I call a Minaj
She got a n***a that be all in her business
But that shit okay, bet I told her to lie