{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