(Intro)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Ah, ah ah ah (Go, go)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (Go, go)

(Hook)
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I'm always cookin’ up, it ain't no pasta (Pasta)
You're a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama

(Verse 1)
And I heard you bitin’ flows, like a piranha (A piranha)
And now you say, "you look like I don't wanna'" (I don't wanna)
And your stacks looking bumpy like a llama
People listen to me like I'm Dalai Lama

(Verse 2)
I'm like your parent
Not your mommy not your papa
And I find it so convenient like at Wawa
And you at burger king, Imma order whoppers
Your like a stupid monkey [?]

(Verse 3)
You're like a parrot 'cuz you talk only when I talk
They leave you flatter than a pancake, call you IHOP
Walk in this party and there’s girls with all their tops off
(Can you even do that? Is that even possible?)
(Wait... do girls even exist?)
(Hook)
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I’m always cookin' up, it ain’t no pasta (Pasta)
You're a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama

(Verse 4)
You a fake bitch I don't fuck with you
Toss your head in a carousel
Cannabis and olive oil
[?]
[?]
You can tell your friends but your family ain't have life here
"Blxty said I’m fat..." Right bitch and you're in a fit
Wasting all your time now, this is just the prelim
Go, go, go, go [?]
[?]
I don't wanna see your ghost
Switch sides if you're feeling low
Are you sure you won't feel this now?
[?]

(Verse 5)
Slice at your head with a knife
You know I don't play, got a sword like a knight
Slice at your head, make you cry
Yeah I get no money but I get head all the time
Slice at your head with a knife
You know I don't play, got a sword like a knight
Slice at your head, make you cry
Yeah I get no money but I get head all the time
(Hook)
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I'm always cookin' up, it ain't no pasta (Pasta)
You're a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama