[Verse 1]
Who don't even know that I'm gonna be the best
Gonna give you flow, do you need a little rest
Think you got speed, must be all wheat
Look at this, Sweden
Let me spoon you what you need
Yes, skill
This is what it looks like skill
Balancing all the books like crunching the numbers
Yeah, both of you lose
Me rapping fast, has the very best muse
I'm not the kinda guy to feel ignored, more like bored
But gotta wonder why you would fall short of real sport
Andrew, why you gotta do a thing like this?!
When I speed it up, you know that you're dismissed
Why you gotta be like we don't exist?!
When I am number one, and you're not on the list

[Verse 2]
I don't even have to rap fast right now
Nope, I don't even have to rap fast right now
Nope
Gotta speed it up with a Sonic Speed Sprints
I'm going to own you, now, give up!
And I will be your Bimp
[Verse 3]
Gotta gotta gotta be the one to have the better babble
Gotta back it up because I brag about my bag of Scrabble
Gotta be the one to demo, how you didn't get the memo
I've been running circles, you been trying to get me with your elbow
Everything is wetter when you're better get a letter
Would you let her be the setter?
Would you volley every hootie?
Would you make em' smoke your potty?
Would you play her Papparati in a yellow Maserati?
Would you do karate?

[Verse 4]
Wrapping the rapping, you get a slappin', slappin'
And may I remain? I just wanna play a refrain
Because I'm a singer, not a rapper
Not a Ed Sheeran
Turning Devilmoji, oh yeah
Turning to clappin', oh yeah!