Verse 1: [Lil Bobber]

I go to Dalton High
I’m feeling hella fly
N***as mad because I’m certified
And Imma clack a clip into the dirt of life
Because I’m getting tired of being hurt by dykes
And that’s no Ellen Degeneres
LDE like a fucking degenerate
Dumb as fuck but I’m not illiterate
Stupid words with no extra sentiment
5th grade raps, 5th grade raps
I had your bitch sitting on my fifth grade lap
Animal crackers, that’s a fifth grade snack
But man you be eating on your fifth grade snack
I’m smoking cherry, no weed, it’s oregano
N***as are mad because my rhymes original
I can make it visual, paint a little picture, ho
Put him in a box and then I ship him down to Mexico
(Yah) (Yah)

Verse 2: [Zay]
I just stole your girl she is my hostage
Wave it around while she eat it like it is a sausage
Yes, now I am bossing
Business trips to Boston
Paying other people to make sure I keep me flossing
She so full of shit, nickname a bitch a number 2, (uh)
I am airborne n***as catch me like the flu (uh)
Customer service people think that I am very rude (uh)
Get it like I’m Luke (uh)
Got money like who? (uh)
Buying Jordans I love shorties but don’t fuck with you (uh)
Got a condom in my wallet, girl I stay protected
I don’t mess with hoes, but all you thotties texting
First I played in college now I’m starting for the Texans
Getting paid and buying chains, now y’all see me flexing