[Chorus]
(Yee, yee)
Your shit is ass, bro
Yeah-yeah, fun and games, call you Hasbro (Call you Hasbro)
All your fans frat boys in the tan shorts
My Uber driver got her hands on the dashboard

[Verse]
Yeah-yeah
All cap, call ya Chance 3
Laugh at it, rap mad as Mathers can be
Yeah-yeah, oh my God, Tabby campy
MetGala in some Vans and a band tee
Yeah-yeah, for the Triller, got 'em dancing
Yeah-yeah, on the Twitter spillin’ mad tea
For the 'Gram, think I snapped, boy relax
You don't wanna snatch another bad lady with a selfie
Yeah-yeah, no filter, say what’s on my mind
Yeah-yeah, you keep it clean, spit that turpentine
Elbow grease all you need, ain't no burger line
Jelly on my patty (Sauce!) flashin' all the pearly whites
Yeah-yeah, goddamn, think I'm that dude
Best Adam since the Adam using Cantu (Huh)
Yeah-yeah, do what's hot, 'kay, can do
This song sucks but it's fun, kiss my ass, dude
Yeah-yeah, drop a bop for shits and giggles, huh?
Yeah-yeah, actin' Regal, get Batista bombed
Yeah-yeah, just wanna pay the bills for mom and pop
Late on all my current ones, my bank account like modern art
Yeah-yeah, another bucket, call that Luka magic
Yeah-yeah, another rapper with a YouTube channel
Yeah-yeah, heard what I said, this shit ain’t a hobby
I’ma grow, let 'em know with every project
Cannot stop me
Keep on watchin’, I'ma blow up, Beauregarde feel wonky, she
Actin' extra, called Offset to body-double Cardi B
Old head keep on poppin' knees
Toronto Drake keep joshin’ me
Opinions control-alt-delete, like bitch, don't even talk to me
All these women flock to me like seagulls, I ain't on a beach
So please don't come with attitude
You immature, all wants and needs
Refuse to eat up all your greens, but wallet got that broccoli
And we've all seen what dollars do (Huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, throw it back like Hallelu'
Pussy be my heroin, she open legs like comic book
I just wanna make it to get sushi and the hottest shoes
Corvette for my mama 'cause she wanted one since '92
Take care of the mortgage, it's been fuckin' up my father mood
I just want 'em happy and to know their son is happy too

[Chorus]
Yeah, your shit is ass, bro
Yeah-yeah, fun and games, call you Hasbro
All your fans frat boys in the tan shorts
My Uber driver got her hands on the dashboard
Your shit is ass, bro
Yeah-yeah, fun and games, call you Hasbro
Yeah-yeah, like the kid from the Sandlot
Pro like his laptop, foes be some mascots
Yee, yee, yee, yeah-yeah
Yee, yee, yee, yeah-yeah
Yee, yee, yee, yeah-yeah
Yee, yee, yee, yeah-yeah