[Intro]
(1o)

[Verse 1]
Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh
Bitch I'm getting to them racks, like my dad did
Yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic
I don't fuck with cops, because the cops are racist
And I don't like class, 'cause the clock's racing
And I don’t fuck with opps cause they taking names

[Verse 2]
Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh
Down bad looking for the fucking rehab
D-up, put the dick up in the fucking—, uh
T-up, put the song up and this the one
Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh
And your music is fucking ass