[Intro: Joey Trap]
They say I'm rapping bout randomness shit
But I'm snappin so yo bitch is saying I'm popping like -
Popping like -
Rapping bout randomness shit but I'm snappin
So yo bitch is saying I'm popping like Aspirin
If I don't got bars, who the fuck is Lil Yachty?
Then I came with thotties and they like to party so we gon' turn up

[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
They say I'm rapping bout randomness shit
But I'm snappin, so yo bitch is saying I'm popping like Aspirin
If I don't got bars, who the fuck is Lil Yachty?
Then I came with thotties and they like to party so we gon' turn up
I know bitches who get down in the club
I know n***as who turn up in the cut
I know people who just don't give a fuck
And I'm still rapping but off too many drugs
And yo bitch hate me cause she fucked then in love
But that's not my fault, nah bro
I been on the top flow, top off
She been tryna top both my bros
I think Imma pop off real soon
Yeah I better blow up by June, now
Look
Well these n***as better start paying me
Talented I think yo n***as is playing me
Harder than most of these rappers y'all play to be
Killin these n***as, y'all n***as should pray for me
This ain't the pill I should really be taking but
I been addicted to drugs, get me paper soon
I'm finna finish my work at the label, um
I'm in love with the work, work, work
This ain't Rihanna, though
I'm letting off all the steam like the sauna
I need my money like today, not mañana
My mama is Spanish but I can not speak it
Was born in the Bronx, but the perc got me thinking
Then I move to San Diego
I start leakin, Plug's info to all the n***as that tweakin
But I had to stop that, fall back
I done got arrested so fact
If you ain't from the street then don't act
Living with no food man, that's wack, like
Why are these n***as not hood but they acting like they coming straight from the ghetto?
If you was born in the money, then stay in the money, lil n***a it's obvious, hello
Uh, how bout that?
If that wasn't black or she wouldn't get jacked
I am so surprised when they call me wack
Cause I can do the mumbling
But I can still rap, n***a, over
[Verse 2: Xedrin]
Stay lit with a blazed spliff
My fucking dad kicked my face in with a paint stick
Brain's sick
Shit you gonna take this you straight bitch?
Kill that motherfucker then go piss where his grave is
Ate shit everyday since I was age six
And ain't nobody give a shit about me, I hate this
Take yo bracelet and trade it for some liquor and pain-meds
Think I got something wrong in my dang head!
Drive's running on fumes
Pop a couple shrooms and I'm jumping to the moon
Catch me out back by the dumpsters and the brooms
Hanging out with the motherfuckin junkies and the goons
Yeah I'm gifted, great
Flex on yo bitch like I'm lifting weights
Miss-fit-prick with autistic traits
Eat an Emcee then I lick the plate
Bitch hit the breaks
I'm just trying to instigate
Like
You get an L, you get an L, you get an L
No, no you can't test me
Fuck what a hater gon' say to me
Throw that shade up like it's "C'est La Vei"
Views are not real cause you payed a fee
Better press F cause you ain't a G
Bet you would take a D just to be great as me
Cake up like robbing a bakery
Bitch I've been awful sick
Better hop off my dick
Before you fuck 'round and catch AIDS from me