[Verse 2: KKKris]
I spit my rhymes all on your plate
You ate it, tell me how it taste
They want me now i'm f**ing great
Too bad I rep that KKK
Don't keep a bae no time for that
I'm sitting where the money at
Find my IG stalk my pics
Or get down b**h and s** my dick
You f**ing with the wrong one
I got them hands don't need a gun
You're being childish here's a crayon
Lightskin b**h skintone they hate on
I'm squaded out until I die
These weak a** b**hes f**ing dry
So run up on me you will see
Just what an a**hole I can be