It's Barretta, get cheddar

I'm rappin' that shit that makes you wanna dance

She a baddie, tryna know her plans

After work, I'm tryna make her dance

I ain't never really had a friend

Lot of 'em stabbed my back

But I know that I'll be good in the end (Isaac, what the hell is going on?)

I trust my gut and there's no second guessin'

I told that ho I'm her bestie

I'm tryna be more then her best friend

Know she into it, she question (yes, yes)

Trump, he got shot at election

You not tellin' me, makin' a reference

It get dark, it get scary, it get treacherous (shit)

Pour me up more 'cause my cup feel empty

Know I'm a chef, I'ma cook up the recipe

Slutty dressed teacher, I need the one testin' me (mm, yeah, I like that)

Pull up the résumé, you didn't pass the check list

Talk like you big and the baddest

You can't even walk the bestest (Isaac, what the hell is going on?)

Stock the best drip, stroll around goofy and laughin'

Chew on some Laffy, it's taffy

Eat some Taco Bell, makin' me gassy

Use the lotion in-store, make me ashy

Shit, well I'm better off usin' some Vaseline

All the little dorky pop trends, yeah, they tacky

DMT cart got me losin' my gravity

Whats in yo' drink? You not droppin' a Daiquiri

Man, that thing in her jeans, yeah, that bitch got a fatty

She a baddie, tryna know her plans

After work, I'm tryna make her dance

I ain't never really had a friend

Lot of 'em stabbed my back

But I know that I'll be good in the end

I trust my gut and there's no second guessin'

I told that ho I'm her bestie (Isaac, what the hell is going on?)

I'm tryna be more then her best friend

It's Barretta, get cheddar

I'm rappin' that shit that makes you wanna dance

She a baddie, tryna know her plans

After work, I'm tryna make her dance

I ain't never really had a friend

Lot of 'em stabbed my back

But I know that I'll be good in the end

I trust my gut and there's no second guessin'

I told that ho I'm her bestie

I'm tryna be more then her best friend

Know she into it, she question (yes, yes)

Trump, he got shot at election

You not tellin' me, makin' a reference

It get dark, it get scary, it get treacherous (Isaac, what the hell is going on? Shit)

Pour me up more 'cause my cup feel empty

Know I'm a chef, I'ma cook up the recipe

Slutty dressed teacher, I need the one testin' me

Pull up the résumé, you didn't pass the check list

Talk like you big and the baddest, you can't even walk the bestest

Stock the best drip, stroll around goofy and laughin'

Chew on some Laffy, it's taffy

Eat some Taco Bell, makin' me gassy

Use the lotion in-store, make me ashy

Shit, well I'm better off usin' some Vaseline

All the little dorky pop trends, yeah, they tacky

DMT cart got me losin' my gravity

Whats in yo' drink? You not droppin' a Daiquiri

Man, that thing in her jeans, yeah, that bitch got a fatty (Isaac, what the hell is going on?)