Oh my god (What?)

I just killed Ninja in Fortnite (No, no way)

Dude, dude I'm so serious (You're not serious)

I really did (You're joking)

And I (You're joking)

I didn't have the camera's on (Ah come on)

I didn't have the camera's on man (You didn't have the camera's on?)

I wasn't recording man please believe me (I don't believe you)

Please believe me (I don't believe you)

When it come to decisions you're real dry, uh huh

Gonna hit up your homie when you die, uh huh

Check up on your position I'm gonna glide

Got your bestie to the side

Yeah you know I'm gonna slide, okay

You be popping a potion for you to feel better

Grab another Trojan and lotion, yes it is real leather

Better know where your head is

It gon' be gone in a second

Like you just said the wrong name in the bed with her

I'll tear your heart out

Get in the back

Shut your mouth

Not a sound, uh

You gon' get put down

Open a pack, EX in her mouth, uh

You bust, so trust us on the other side

Covered up with red paint, buddy you gon' die

Got about three names so I try to cycle through the days

No brain, take a cyanide (Yeah)

You don't got a weapon you just posted up with all of these fakes

You take a BB from your brothers room, it's covered in paint

And I don't know who you talking bout

When you say that I'm topping off all your homies older sisters

Bro, you kinda late

Wait a second did I gather all your rent homie? (No?)

Tell your girl you gon' be sleeping in the tent lonely

Should have offered me a higher percent

I got shawty in the penthouse, bout to have a ceremony

You the type of kid to put his sister in the washer

You the type of guy to put her pictures in your locker

You the type of wimpy little kid to write a diary

The irony is you don't own a car but say you park her

I know you got webs from on your bed right to the ceiling

Virgin on your mobile, no one cares about your feelings

So I'm bout to make you sadder

How it feel third wheeling with your mom?

When the words come out, better seal it

And no you ain't gon' hit it you won't even get a second

So cry about your baby girl that I be in here wreckin'

Yeah we putting down the seats in the whip

Here's a treat bout to dip

Dunkaroo, sneak diss Tyler Blevins, uh