[Verse 1: Izzy Clay]
b**h let me tell you the love of my life
Was as skinny as Manute Bol and two-thirds the height
Guess I got a thing for short women, guess I got a thing for cash spending
Cause I been broke since last wednesday, spent it all on skinny jeans
Since the fall, I'm dressing clean
f** ya'll, I'm sweating Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Wild Turkey
Grey Goose, k** a stray moose
With a red Lexus, driving jerky
Down the I-98, drunk and swerving
I'm the emperor Julius, word to Irving
Doctor J., copped the J's, and wore them out, in one game
Triple-doubled, no hall of fame
I've been rapping since 2 Chainz, changed his name from tity boi
I've been flowing since Duke came, and served Butler, nuked them boys
Hey word, got a blonde b**h, Gordon Hayward, and she playin jazz
Hey word, got a brunette, she a dyke b**h, and she slappin a**
Hey world, try some ciroc, it'll let you pa** the time in cla**
Hey world, try some good dick, in your b**h mouth, so you'll shut your trap
f** it clap, f**in clap, f**in clap, for your mans
I been listening to Waka, watch her do it with no hands
I'm tryna be famous, I'm tryna make the A-list
Why this b**h be so uptight, take the stick out her an*s
Hey miss, I've been feeling quite aimless
So why don't you come and aim this
At your face
You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace
You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace
It's the cunning linguist, this dyke give cunnilingus
So I'ma dip because the b**h eats meat and them fish sticks