[Intro]
Will Sm—
Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit)
I just spilled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Too lit; yeah)
I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit; yeah)
And you ain't gon' do nothin', my n***a, you too big (Will Smith)

[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, public-service announcement, n***a (What? What?)
It's your boy Jasiah and his bitch, Knotty Clique
Y'all already know the fuck goin' on (What? What?)
We gettin' all this money, n***a, gettin' hella kitty book bags
For your baby mama, kids, n***a (Lil' bitch)
Fuck we talkin' 'bout, n***a? Ha

[Pre-Chorus]
Watch your mouth, ho, I know that you not talkin' to me (What's up?)
Bitch, my legs must be broke 'cause you not walkin' with me (Fuck)
Got a whole lotta money, I don't need no receipts (Yeah)
And that n***a talkin' sweet, them n***a P-I-E (What?)

[Chorus]
Choppa E-I-E (Yeah), make 'em D-I-E (Haha)
Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee (Yeah)
Choppa E-I-E, make 'em D-I-E
Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee
[Verse 1]
I just walked in (Yeah)
Big Roll in the right, fat ass in the left, ha (Okay)
Five-tucked, four-fucked (Haha), n***a, hit his head (Bah)
I got bad blood for these n***a, tell the truth (I hate your bitch)
Bad blood for these n***a like some sicko's hands (Ayy)
N***a, we don't give a fuck 'bout where you think you gon' be
Cock to your head, it's gon' make a n***a holy (Paw-paw)
Teamin' with the seven deadly sins like Meliodas
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, lil' boy? You know you been on ho shit (Ha)

[Bridge]
Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit)
I just filled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Ayy, too lit; yeah)
I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit)
She told me slap the ass one time, I'm Will Smith (Will Smith; come on)
Uh-oh, uh-oh, shit (Oh, shit)
I just filled my cup, uh-oh, I'm too lit (Too lit; yeah)
I just popped a bean, now I can't feel shit (Feel shit; ha)
And you ain't gon' do nothin', my n***a, you too bitch (Too bitch; yeah)

[Verse 2]
We be gettin' money, think that's why they mad at us
It's the Knotty Clique, dread head, mad hatter (Facts)
Said she like to float, so I made her ass fatter (Yeah)
Pussy pieces with that bitch, but I already had her
Ayy, come to where I stay (Stay)
You know I got bridges, Stacey, Molly on the way (Way; on the way)
Keep a bad bunny and she goin' both ways (Both ways)
Side I wouldn't hit, but bitch, I always find a way (Yeah)
Yeah, always find a way
[Pre-Chorus]
Watch your mouth, ho, I know that you not talkin' to me (Shh; yo)
Bitch, my legs must be broke 'cause you not walkin' with me (What's up?)
Got a whole lotta money, I don't need no receipts (Ayy, ayy)
And that n***a talkin' sweet, them n***a P-I-E (Uh-oh)

[Chorus]
Choppa E-I-E (Yeah), make 'em D-I-E (Yeah)
Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee
Choppa E-I-E, make 'em D-I-E
Bitches eat my meat, we can't kick it, Rock Lee

[Outro]
Oh, shit (Huh?), oh, shit (Ha)
Too lit, fuck shit
Will Smith