[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
I can't chill with a bop or a bozo (Alright)
I'm the one dodging bullets in slow-mo (Okay)
Little b*tch, you are not at a dojo (Kung fu)
You can't kick it here, b*tch, I am JoJo (Get out)
Bizarre how I move and I'm trippin'
Got these tabs on my tongue like a browser
Oh my God, Louie over there spittin'
He can beat up this beat for an hour
b*tch from the city of God
Everybody you know is a fraud
Man, I stink, someone spray me in BOD
I just wanted my father's applause
I just wanted my mother's applause
I just wanted these crackers' applause
So I stand on the stage with the bars
So I stand on the stage with the boys
[Verse 2: Felix]
Blessed with my presence, say thanks, huh
Little b*tch, what is your rank?
Walk in my hood for a second
They might put you in the dirt, huh
Born this way, must be a curse, huh
You dropped a song that's the worst, ha
She don't su*k dick, that's a first
Said she was playin', then she go to work, uh
Aim for her mouth and I burst (Hahaha)
Like a gun or a semi
No, you ain't fu*kin' with me
Yeah, my girls hella pretty
Not saditty, they self-conscious
Insecure, real high emotions
Long acrylics to hit all them roaches
But I don't give two fu*ks, that's my b*tch, mmm
Ass so fat in them jeans, it might rip, mmm
Wanna move to Atlanta then strip, ha
Hold your tongue with that menacin' grip, mmm
Got no semi, no Uzi, no clip, mmm
Just a hundred fist jammin' your sh*t, ayy
On your tombstone, we pissin', lil' b*tch, ayy
Since my skin been a solar eclipse, huh
Grab Orion belt, then you get whipped, huh
You my son, you my child, you my kid
SSX, let's get tricky, lil' b*tch, uh
Uber comin', you leavin', lil b*tch, huh
You can't get no high score in this sh*t