[Intro]
Yo, Hacked by Isis 2016 (Haha)
Shouts to Bluedrake
Shouts to Dustarrow
Shouts to all the homies
(Uh, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm the mother fucking bomb
I'm about to blow, all you bitches better move along
Every single strand that I'm smoking hella strong
I've got 37 bitches at the crib in just a thong
Like woah

I'm the mother fucking bomb
I'm about to blow, you bitches better move along
Every single strain that I been smoking hella strong
I've got 37 bitches in the crib in just a thong

[Verse]
If you're thinking that you're better than a veteran could ever be
Makin' a mistake at any second that you mess with me
Runnin' with the verse up, yeah I got the recipe
And thinking it's my destiny, to make beats, rest in peace
So fuck it, if you competition go ahead and kick the bucket
Run up in the function, tell your bitch that she can suck it
Then I headed for some twins, like I'm on my Kirby Puckett
Shit, I gotta a lot of wins, no L's on my record
Throwin' elbows, close cells for the record
Take your bitch to the hotel, get her wetter
Never call back, oh well, send a letter like Bueller
'Cept cooler, I'm a smart kid I ain't never need a tutor
Trying to get a couple hundred bucks for a computer
So that I can keep on making music in the future
They say that I'm a vet 'cause the competition neutered
Leave em in stupor as the single greatest hosier
Who has ever lived, yeah
Make it rain, we the weather men
Bitch at the front door beggin' if i let her in
Tell er maybe, Cuz everyday be crazy
Never lazy, but I stay rephrasing
Take your female, act so shaken
But give her back stirred like That's so Raven
Make a Martini, Bar Genie
Too smart with this part if the part's easy
Set Fiji with knowledge like I'm in the garage
With Tai Lopez and a new Lamborghini
Read a book a day
Fucking with me, then you get put away
Tell me the things that I straight should't say
I'll say them all in the most crooked way
Like Fuck
Like Fuck
Back to the chorus I guess