[Intro]
Mol$

[Verse 1]
Y'all must think I'm fuckin' stupid, chasing something make-believe
Shoot my shot like I was Cupid, hoping you won't take your lead
Gas me up for XY, no AB or maybe Z
Fuck sticking to one genre, y'all can spaz and y'all can fuckin' leave
Pussy boy, you need it going, eat your fuckin' broccoli
Jelly pullin' up, we makin' hits, we make a fuckin' scene
Damn son, if you got the balls then come stand up to me
Talking shit, you getting hit, I'm reloading this magazine

[Chorus]
Open out the trunk and grab that motherfucking pu-pu-pump
Yo' bitch on my dick and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' bitch, don't you have calculus?
Open out the trunk and grab that motherfucking pu-pu-pump
Yo' bitch on my dick and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' bitch, don't you have calculus?

[Verse 2]
Why's it when I wake up, my DM's are filled with pussy bitches?
Steppin' on my name, you lucky that you left with minor stitches
Beefing with me halfway in the coffin, you a joke, bitch
Back when I had nothin', no one told me where to go, shit
Tired of the shitty comments tellin' me I'm grown
'Cause when I drop a song they like, it's all about how I'm the fuckin' GOAT
If I gave a fuck about these kids, then you would notice it
Gotta go, the chorus comin' up, you know you know this shit

[Chorus]
Open out the trunk and grab that motherfucking pu-pu-pump
Yo' bitch on my dick and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' bitch, don't you have calculus?
Open out the trunk and grab that motherfucking pu-pu-pump
Yo' bitch on my dick and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
Keep on pushin' buttons and trust me, you gon' run outta luck
How you got the time for this, lil' bitch, don't you have calculus?
[Outro]
Yeah, fuck you, bitch
Ha, whatever, yeah