[Verse 1:]
(Woah Kenny!)
I might Cut ya hoe
I ain’t talkin’ bout Ashton
Turn ya head into a tray
Blunts I be ashing
Do you wanna fuck
Hoe
I’m just asking
Forty Seven Shawnn
Yeah, I’m above average
Glick talk
Keep on talking shit
I let my gun talk
Shit talk
Cause n***a I’m the shit
Just hit ya bitch off
Glock nine
I walked into the party at right time
Cause bitches throwing ass
And I even had to catch mine
I’m too conceited
Michael Jackson her
Because I beat it, uh
I’m in control
Pressing alt
And then you get deleted
Better come out correct
When enter spirit of the demon
Cause Your bars are old
Cause You be hanging out
With Morgan Freeman
Freaky freaky
Yeah this shit was made by Kenny beats
And my ex a hoe
I bet she let my n***a
Kenny beat
And when I eat
I’m making sure my n***a Kenny eat
And I said “Fuck a deal”
I’m never charging
Kenny for a feat
Independent making money
Still booking shows, uh
Yuh, I ascended
Third eye
Getting wide as screens, uh
Yuh, Love is hard
I’m stomping on ya head
I’m wearing cleats, yeah
Her pussy trash
Oscar grouch
Still getting green
Call me
Hank hill
Smoking gas
Not propane
I put that shit on forty seven
That’s my chain
You just a kappa
Shoot you in your knee
You need a cane
And I sip Dasani
Cause this water round me
Go insane
She feeding off my clout
She like a leech
I’m getting sucked up
She want me for my Goyard
Bitches acting so dumb
I make the ladies holla
Yeah they calling me the Hitman
I’m rich and still be acting broke
I cannot “pay attention”

[Bridge:]
Ayyy, Ayyy, Ayyyy, Yuh
(N***as think I’m done and shit?)
Aye they say crunk ain’t dead
Forty Seven Shawnn ain’t dead, yet
And I’m going back at it for another verse
I’m having too much fun with this shit

[Verse 2:]
I’m back
At it
Yeah I’m feeling hotter than a skillet
I drop the bass
The dub will step
Just like my name is Skrillex
I’m forty seven
Pistol toting n***a since eleven
Things things I’ve
Were stranger like when
Millie played eleven
Trynna get a milly
Like meek
I’m trynna fall in love
But it is harder than a cleat
I’m trynna get some money
Big enough for my team
But that shit will never happen
So I still gotta dream, aye!
Fortyyyyy Motherfucking Seven