[Verse 1]
Semi automatic tear em up, I’m a jerk
Why they say make bands but I know they don’t work?
Just one day a week then you get a paycheck
Bitch I make that in a minute, I could take a rain check
What a bad joke, Imma' call em Jared Leto
Imma' meet up with your girl, driving out to Sacramento
I’m like the final and you’re more like the demo
You can act so hard then ya' turnin into Jello
I’ll be reigning terror, why the fuck I gotta spare em'?
Bitch I’m burning retinas, better yet I’m melting sclera
Don’t ask for a price whеn I know you can’t pay it
Boutta blast off, cap stocks inside trading
I am the bookie, I’m bеtting up, I’m against you
You will stay the next to best cause Imma' best you
There ain’t nothing personal, I just know that I’ll end
Any motherfucking rappers that worry about the trends

[Chorus]
YCK, what it mean? You can’t know
Sipping on a Blue Moon, chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair, treat em' like a doormat
YCK, what it mean? You can’t know
Sipping on a Blue Moon, chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair, treat em' like a doormat
[Verse 2]
Waiting up in the wings, bitch I’ll be ready to attack
They’ll be making me to a king, yeah there’s plenty to retract
I’m accelerating, this ain’t even full speed
You won’t last a fucking minute, you’re what all the wolves eat
Cocking and popping, making a bop and dropping atom bombs
No I’m not stopping, never not plotting, I’ll be ending catalogs
They won’t ever pass me, I’m in this spot
One song that I make can fuck your discog
DESERTBOYS, we destroy bitches, you can never join
Still avoid, flipping coins oughta' make a better choice
We are the reason they look over their shoulders
We get em' once, get em' twice till their temperature colder
Whoop, there he is, I’m the motherfucking pagan
Infidel made a spell, all the cash I made is paying
All my bills, Imma' fill up the place with a stack
Of my pills, Imma' chill then replace it with a rack

[Chorus]
YCK, what it mean? You can’t know
Sipping on a Blue Moon, chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair, treat em' like a doormat
YCK, what it mean? You can’t know
Sipping on a Blue Moon, chewing on tobacco
Burnt air on the fucking forecast
That we can’t repair, treat em' like a doormat