Yeah this is for my UFOs, who stay woke

We take mushies we don't fuck with coke

Man that's a lie you little bitches better pass the snow

I will school you boys I get that Q from Mexico

Ok now there she goes, shit

Keke's a liar, I hope that she's a rider

If not then I will guide her, pop that pussy like a tire

This is dire, that head better be fire

If I find out she's a biter, then bitch your fuckin fired

I just stunt, y'all can't touch my reflex

I don't love you Keke, I just love that hoe sex

Supreme Louis V, I left you on that read text

I'm too bossed up to send that let's be friends text

Wolfpack, rockstars howling at the moon

We rock them skinny jeans but we keep them baggy too

I'm yelling fuck you, nah fuck you

You ain't a UFO. Well we don't like you

Y'all can't touch my reflex

Get up off my reflex

Y'all can't touch my reflex

Get up off my reflex

I don't love you Keke I just love that hoe sex

I don't love you Keke I just love that hoe sex

I don't love you Keke I just love that hoe sex

I don't love you Keke you fucked the whole set

Take a hint, y'all can't see nothing in my tint

I have been poppin off, while you been jerkin off bout them girls that I be with

Keke's a trip, man I'm done with that stupid bitch

She's always in her feelings, I ain't got time to hear that shit

I'm in California dreaming pondering of a come up

Twenty Swishers with your sister, that's my warm up

People saying that I'm different, y'all can get fucked

Y'all don't want the smoke, my chakras lined up

What, and my third eye stays wide open

Talking 'bout the prophets, well I am the chosen

Walking under water like my name was Moses

I'm not a rapper I'm a drug dealing poet

Ya KeKe is my side piece

I know you love her but I'm Zack and you're so Screech

I don't want the heat, but you can keep her teeth

And when I drop her off, meet us at Krog Street