[Intro]
Fuck this... *ahem, ahem* Oh, no no
Oh no, no, no, no, ohhh
Nooo, no-no-no

[Refrain]
Unh, burn
Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
Baby, I know you want thaaat (Baby, I know you want thaaat)
Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
Bet you think you could burn thaaat (Bet you think you could burn thaaat)
Twenty for my n***as (Twenty for my n***as)
Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoooes)
Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fiiire)
Like I'm looking for a MissingNo (Unh)

[Verse 1]
Uh, one bitch told me we would be together (Mothafucka)
Liar, fucking cheater, you a dog, from that leader (Uh-huh)
Got my heater on my left side (Whuut?) Smack you 'till you cross-eyed (Yeah)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, dead, bitch, take this as a sure sign (Mhm)
I log onlinе to see changed status— (Yeah) Hoe, I thought wе was married? (Word)
Now you livin' single, well, hoe, I got that Kratos
For yo' bitchass—think fast, get up in that ass, like quick-fast
([?]) In a hurry, not a worry—I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes
([?])
Who the fuck got a phone in 2011 anyway? I ain't seen one since I was seven (Unh)
In the 90s, when everything was 480-IP (Fuck is that?)
Screaming "Generation Y" and wondering: "Why me?"
I'm a real good n***a (Uh-huh) Got real good credit (Uh-huh)
I paid off all my car notes, don't drink and I rare smoke (Uh-huh)
So why the fuck you bench me, coach, why the fuck you bench me, coach? (Word)
I'm so good at courting, that while I'm playing four-string
[Interlude]
Six-man, kickstand, bitchslap, open hand, aw
(Now you dead and you’re cross-eyed)
(Burn!)

[Verse 2]
Murder, murder, murder, I been thinking about this killing spree (Bitch!)
I will murder you, and then I'll turn around and murder me (Sike!)
Say you never heard of me (Uh-huh?!) Well, please do me this courtesy (Uh-huh?!)
And come on out this versus screen—man up, baby don't scream, my god
(Mothafuckaaa!) My word and my car (Car!)
All I fucking have now is nuts to the wall
And I'm on my Anne Bisson (Bisson!) Poison like ricin (Ricin!)
Mr. Officer, we got this Bubblegum Crisis, lord
I'm goin' in (I'm goin' in!) I'm Breaking Bad (I'm Breakin' Bad!)
I'm on the fringe (I'm on the fringe!) Better watch yo' ass (Bitch!)
So out of sight (Uh-huh!) When we was fucking (Yeah!)
Maybe cause I never, ever, saw you cumming, uh (Whuuut?!)
I'm pullin' all these model bitches meals (Uh-huh!)
'Cause nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, on the real
It's a sign (It's a sign!) Of the times (Of the times!)
Tick-tock, motherfucker, it's going down, unh (Woo!)
I don't have to rhyme, it comes from the heart (Bitch!)
But sometimes I don't know where to start
And then I end up at this finish line (Finish line!) Killing time (Killin' time!)
You must be Big Ben (Why?) 'Cause your ass is mine
(Trick!) Depression and windows, whatchu got in common?
We're both going through~♪
(Woooh!) Yeaaah! (My god, my god)
[Outro: A N***a Named Steve, Sample]
Wooooooh!
Aye, this what the fuck I'm talkin' about, right there, n***a
Aye, Generation Y shit right there n***a
Fuck these bitches, n+++a! Fuck that shit
Don't give these bitches power, man!
Aye, these bi— N***as put the pussy on the pedestal, n***a
Fuck the pussy, I kick the pussy off the pedestal, n***a!
Then I go and pick the pussy up, throw it in the trash, then go buy some mo' pussy!
That’s how I do it, n***a! Fuck that shit!
Fuck these hoes, n***a, I throw these bitches out the windows, n***a!
Yo- Ay, woo! That’s how I earn my respect, n+++a!
's how you get respect from these hoes, you throw them hoes off a building
They ain't never cross you again, you know why?
Cause they DEAD, n***a!
Woo! Dead bitches go where, n+++a! Shit!
Woo! Yeaaah, yeah!
N***a, this song is so goddamn awesome!
N***a, you- Woooh! N+++a-
N+++a, you gotta have a knife in yo’ hand to listen to this shit right here, n+++a!
Ooh, lemme tell ya! Man, lemme tell ya!
I was listening to this song with my bitch?!
Her damn titties started itchin’, she was like “Oooh! I love this song!”
I was like “Goddamn right, bitch!” Then I kicked that bitch out the window!
Went to Taco Bell, n+++a! TWO Chalupas! TWO!
Real n+++as only like EVEN numbers, mothafucka! That’s right!
Fuck I look like?! Generation Y, 90’s babies in this bitch, n***a! Woo!
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)