[Verse]
I’m a dope fiend
Low on protein
You in the nosebleeds, I got front row seats
Nah, fuck the tickets, I’m the one on stage
You keep talkin' all that shit
But I’m the one who’s gettin' paid
Fuck school, I’ll stay dumb
I’ll fuck Gracie Abrams
I called her out on her bullshit, now that bitch tryna play dumb
Bitch told me I was a bad boyfriend
But she was the fake one
I told her that I wanted to fix things
But she wanted to breakup (Like, uh)
Got MATHIASTYNER producin' this shit
Got a ruler for a mag and I’m shootin' in this bitch
I got River Polley tryna do molly
I got all of these bitches on me
Got yo momma lookin' like a tsunami
Fuck her from the back and yo dad caught me
I be in my room eatin' Cheetos and Cool Ranch Doritos
Three freak hoes, I need those
They wanna suck up on three toes
They don’t follow the street code
Got infinite bitches, I must’ve guessed a fuckin' cheat code—or somethin'
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothin'
McDonald’s Breakfast goin' crazy: Sausage Egg McMuffin
She say that she love me, but I really think she bluffin'
She wanna put handcuffs on, she into cuffin'
Freak in the sheets like McLovin
I’ll fuck Brenda Polley, don’t care 'bout her husband—I love it
I’ll give a River a new baby brother
Yes, another
She ain’t even my main lover
But I’ll still smother his mother with some butter
I took a trip to CVS
Bad bitch wanna fuck—she ain’t seen me yet
She gon' be disappointed when she first see me walkin'
'Cause I’m only 5’11”, she expected Dennis Rodman (And I)
Go crazy when I walk in the bitch
I ain’t even gotta fuckin' talk in this bitch
Got a Glock on my hip and I’m ready to switch
You don’t know anybody that can do it like this
You already know that I got infinite flows
Lookin' at my Snapchat, I got infinite hoes
Put the barrel to your nose, you gon' be ten toes—down in the ground
You won’t make a fuckin' sound