{Intro}
Yo, I never fu*king held a gun in real life
I'm on my Lil Pump sh*t, heh, check this sh*t out
{Verse 1}
{?} the game like a Dragonair, huh
If a fight starts b*tch I'm outta there, huh
I stare at your grandmother's area, huh
Your bars horrifying, b*tch I'm scarier, huh
Eat rappers up for my breakfast, yuh
I can't afford a gold necklace, yuh
Met all my b*tches on Craigslit, yuh
No muscle weight, but I'm flexing, yuh
fu*k is you mad for?
Your sister she look like a crack who*e
{?}
They say that my music is lacking gore
Trap door
Innacurate lore
Your b*tch say she want me to rap some more
No racks in store
All facts galore
Talk sh*t get send out the back door
{Outro}
Not on me though
I'm fu*king pussy as fu*k so