[Intro 1: Ghost Boy Sora]
Look at this bitchass Frank, yo
Yo, he was supposed to put out an album last fucking summer
This two left shoe wearing wearing ass bitch
What the fuck, Always hyping people up for shit
Man, you, where- where the fuck is your shit, bro?
Like where is it?
Gay as fuck, bro
You ain't got shit on you
Under your belt, where the fuck it out, bro?
Fuck you, mane
Fuck

[Intro 2: Frank Winnfield]
Alright
Yo, these drums are kinda sick
It only sucks that, like, 20 fucking million people used them before me
Alright, Who cares?
Here's a song about being a bitch (Uh, Alright)

[Verse 1: Frank Winnfield]
Cause imma ghost you, no casper
Bust your whole clique backwards
I got this rap shit mastered
And all you rappers is average (and all you rappers is average)
I ride around in a bimmer
I rent that shit with my visa
I got more drip than a swimmer
Yes bitch i know i’m a winner
Cause I don’t spit, I shoot
When I pull up to the booth
I still got my wisdom tooth
Have to go get that removed
You say that I’m wack it’s cool
But i seen u groovin' to
All my beats, you're fluent in
Talking all of that bullshit (bitch)
[Outro: Frank Winnfield]
Its that gated neighbourhood drip (Brr)
We don't listen to our parents (We don't)
We do our homework (Only sometimes)
Alright, now, bring the drums in
(instrumental)
Yeah, I think thats the whole song to be honest
Alright