[Intro]
Yo I wish I knew what I was doing with my life
But on god
I got no clue what's going on
And I kinda like it that way
You feel me?

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]
Baddie baby, who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying "Who?"
Can you say "You?"
I'ma go faster than John in the Coupe

[Verse 1: Jonny Se]
And that’s facts, most blunted on the map
I’m always running outta gas, go for another half
Got 'em brushing up on math
But I been hunting for the stash, lil' something in the bag
Now he rushing for a cab
And I was running from the past for the past week
Clash with the clan and the family do they understand
I’m the man that rap need catch me
In the rad pageant, truth be told but that ass magic, FLO!
Stupid as a stack of bricks and might cut ya grass like a crack addict
She suck ya cash like a bad habit yeah I tucked the flask but now I’m back at it
I’m on the run and I’m kinda rushed so I’ll just let it buss on yo bland palette
[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]
Baddie baby who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying who?
Can you say you?
Imma go faster than John in the Coupe

[Verse 2: Ryan Leahan]
Undeclared freshman, swear she's gonna fail
So she fix her problems right down in the Yellowtail
Who the one to tell her what to do on a weekday
Imma tell her just to go freak, wine wednesday

So pour another glass
Don't worry baby you look fine, baby you really look fine
Swear on my life
Yeah I just gotta ask
How many glasses of that wine did you end up drink tonight
You take 6 oh shit don't spill that oh-

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]
Baddie baby who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying who?
Can you say you?
Imma go faster than John in the Coupe
[Verse 3: Arma]
Whacko when I have a tantrum
There he goes again, taking the beat and stamping off
Slam door, whack off
Beat it on the hour like a grandfather clock
And I keep it half ass like a mule

You don't wanna see my ass whole bruh
And you don't wanna see what I'm half horse for
Before you hatch a plan you hafta incub' one
Another hour passes pass that pen Juul
Um...

Got an 1850's style
But the kids like Lindy Hop
Got a fake story about scars
Evacuate the city block

I change lanes y'all change cars
You play the games I cheat on
I bite the hands you eat from
You pray the plane lands
I free fall