[Intro]

(I got so much Enrgy)

(Nyah, nyah, hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 1]

You better move out the way, DSM, it's the bullies

Nah, bitch, them ain't no fireworks, it's a fully

Pray to God for whoever sees my shotta in a hoodie

I don't think he'll get inducted, how he's living's givin' rookie

I don't think he'll make the Hall of Fame, his numbers don't reflect

Choppa stop him while he talkin', we'll— alright

Choppa stop him while he talkin', we'll punctuate his sentence

A couple thousand'll get you tortured, boy, my cousin'nem some grеmlins

Bet that bitch a ten-fifty, she was suckin' by еleven

Bitch was prom queen, now she stuffin', life's depressin'

We some kings, all that talkin' like we won't come buy you peasants

You must love gettin' robbed, this the second time you left it, tighten up

Ask a bitch, do she wanna cry in Claire's or cry in Hutch?

I was on rock bottom, but right now I'm high as fuck

Me and TrDee, we arguing 'bout who got the whitest buffs

Bitch bad, but she skinny, I might have to buy a butt

Super fried, tell a hoe it ain't no I in you

2024, these rappers buying time to lie in booths

2024, these rappers tryna fit in, buyin' views

Thinkin' we don't stand on business, 'til the gang arrived in suits

[Chorus]

Pineapple Fanta two-liter filled with seven lines

If I ripped a rapper off, you'd think this bitch was clementine

Got the big head uppin' blues, you'd think I'm Megamind

Slidin' 'round with a—, nevermind

I was never trippin' 'bout that lil' bitch, she was never mines

You would never know yo' full potential, you ain't never try

Walk around this bitch just like an ostrich, you ain't never fly

Lil' bro copped a switch around this bitch and thought he'd never die

I wish he would've grew up

I got my blues up, way before I blew up

This ain't the new us, they actin' like they knew us

Too many hoes to rent a sprinter, fuck it, grab a school bus

[Verse 2]

I know a spirit floatin' 'round, I'm rollin' up some you, punk

You always ask to use stuff, you always rockin' used stuff

Already signed her titties, this bitch tryna get her boobs fucked

You gon' do, huh, you gon' do what?

Dude the type to have a full clip and only shoot once, tsk

You ain't tryna hit nobody, you ain't tryna, you ain't tryna get no money

You ain't tryna get no money, you should prolly get from 'round me

Shittyboyz, long live $cam, you know?

[Chorus]

Pineapple Fanta two-liter filled with seven lines

If I ripped a rapper off, you'd think this bitch was clementine

Got the big head uppin' blues, you'd think I'm Megamind

Slidin' 'round with a—, nevermind

I was never trippin' 'bout that lil' bitch, she was never mines

You would never know yo' full potential, you ain't never try

Walk around this bitch just like an ostrich, you ain't never fly

Lil' bro copped a switch around this bitch and thought he'd never die

I wish he would've grew up

I got my blues up, way before I blew up

This ain't the new us, they actin' like they knew us

Too many hoes to rent a sprinter, fuck it, grab a school bus