[Intro]
Yo, what's up
I'm f**in' pissed
#f**McDonalds
#f**everythinginsight
#f**ABigMac
They sent me home for being like 3 minutes late
So I made this beat, and wrote this f**ing verse
So, here ya go..
f** all that sh**
[Verse]
Alrighty homie, so he bout to f**in' go off
We comin' from my old job
Tryna get sommo' guap
They complain 'bout mo sauce
Boutta be my own boss
Don't f** with me; your own loss
She tried to say her cone's soft
Like..what the f**?!
It's a SOFT-serve
It's worth the f**in' dollar
Like, my f**in' arm hurts
Well sh** it wasn't her fault
The ice cream machine never workin'
"Fix that sh**, you better learn it"
How to wack like Eddie Murphy
My bad Eddie, you don't ever know me
But you know you is a homie
McD's boutta get the cone piece
Boutta switch the job
Opener on some proceeds
Low-key have hate for McD's like some police
So see, don't breathe
Never hit my phone please
Never comin' back to work, like your homie retired
Hope all of y'all burn in hell like the holiest fire
And I'm feelin' ice bruh, like there's codeine in my cup
Don't be some liars, your life's is expired
Like motherf**in' f** a 4-peice and fries bruh
[Pre-hook]
Never comin' back with them ripped up shoes
So good-bye to all that with a big "f** you!"
[Hook] (x2)
Pumpin' some jazz, got a lit' platoon
And I'm here thinkin', damn like this b**h confused
And I'm never comin' back with them ripped up shoes
So good-bye to all that with a big "f** you!"
[Outro]
(I'm not a big mac fam)
Ain't talkin' bout no big macs
Ain't talkin' bout no big macs