Woo (Yeah), ayy (Yeah)

Ayy (Yeah), bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck with me, ****

Or.1ove, why the fuck so quiet?

Ayy (Yeah)

Scalladosis (Lil Kori, ****)

Yeah, yeah (Yuh)

Or1ove on the beat, **** (Scal, aghhh)

One, two, three, four (Aghhh)

I let him have it, got juice like Mr. Magic

All your rhymes are just a fuckin' noise like TV static

Flex wit' a bad bitch, pussy pink like Patrick

You **** don't know shit 'bout me, y'all should do a fact check (Yeah, yeah)

I need a punk bitch, I'm done fuckin' witcha **** (I'm done)

Catch the left and the right hook, I'm mista fista

If it's CBS, he prolly did ya sister

Salty Spitoon that ho, way I'm gettin' in her

I'm the culture, I'm spreadin' like influenza

And my thoughts sinister, got intent to end ya

HentaiBoyz posted up like the damn Avengers

Getcha makin' break up songs like Dax and Kendra

Fuck this, fuck that, you bust off, we bust back

NFL punt you fake punks in the nutsack

I got a goth bitch who fuck with my meme rappin', no Micky D's, my style, she be lovin' that

I rob yo' GF, like dogs, I be hunchin' that

She throw that ass and I catch like a running back

Hop on the track like Serena, I'm runnin' that

Your whole team are drunken fools, ****, I'm sunnin' that

Bitch, I'm on fire like NBA Jam

Got a white goth bitch, I think her name Pam

Deep in her ass, and I think my balls crammed

I'm better than y'all, and you know this, man (Smokey)

I'm here to tell y'all this tape is not average (Or.1ove, why the fuck so quiet?)

Among Us type shit, push your ass off the battleship

You **** snakes, but I get on and rattle shit

I hop on the beat, and like dogs, I start paddlin'

Better say your goodbyes (Bye-bye)

Like Does Bad Things Guy, I take out your fuckin' eyes

HTN catch him by surprise

My RPG cook his ass up like McDonald's fries

Bass Priest, I'm the shit talker with a whole gram of explosives to make you meet your demise

You might as well call me Yung Walkin Corpse (Yuh), 'cause it’s from the dead that I fuckin' rise (Aghhh)

I let him have it, got juice like Mr. Magic

All your rhymes are just a fuckin' noise like TV static

Flex wit' a bad bitch, pussy pink like Patrick (Yuh, ayy, ayy)

You **** don't know shit 'bout me, y'all should do a fact check (Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh)

I be wreakin' havoc, make it get dramatic

I cut that boy's signal off and give him TV static

On the mic, fuckin' up the show, we get it bombastic

Whippin' in the pan, I'm frying shit but this ain't haddock (You-you-you-)

You a fuckin' fake like EDP with the cupcake

Fuck fakes, that shit be on a sight for a fuck face

I'ma uppercut that bitch and send his ass upstate

Codeine and THC, that's what my cup takes

Put-put a finger down, that's for each of the bodies

I point at your head, I'ma teach with the shotty

We know you weak 'cause you leech on them thotties

They all washed up, the game be beachin' them bodies (That-that-)

That opp actin' sheepish, we gon' turn him into mutton

Pressed down on your neck like Nascar like a button

I put out his lights, bitch, that signal I be cuttin'

With my squad, young and dangerous how we be struttin', ay (Or.1ove, why the fuck so quiet?)

When I put this flow on that bass, that shit lethal

Bitch, I be lethal like a random needle

Comin' through yo' TV like Poltergeist with the evil

I'll put you in a magazine like Sunday for your people

Extended MAGs, try this out for size

Take off yo' face like it was a disguise

You don't know the shit I've seen with my eyes

Shut the fuck up if you wanna stay wise (Aghhh)

I let him have it, got juice like Mr. Magic

All your rhymes are just a fuckin' noise like TV static

Flex wit' a bad bitch, pussy pink like Patrick

You **** don't know shit 'bout me, y'all should do a fact check