[Verse 1: Baritone]

Soulja boy tell em... meaning that you're snitches

And all these bitches blowing me like Kid Ink blows swishers

I am so dope, but I'm not a stoner

Bone so many girls, now they know me as Boner

No masturbation, but I'm a do my own thang

If you dont understand, get out of here, like the bell rang

Call me MothaFucka, but am not a Milf lover

I ain't talkn about visiting, she asked me to come.. over

You're nothing but a bitch.... Go fetch

They're all over me... Like a bridge

Cool like a fridge, hardcore like a textbook

I eat them out for free cuz I got swag even when I cook

Last name ain't Potter, but no doubt she harry...

Her legs thick, like a Dictionary

I'm not an insect but I am Fly

And all my haters trippin like their shoe laces are untied

She wanna do it without protection, rugby

Not an insect either but easily she bugs me

Keep her under the sheets like a dead corpse

Play girls more than 50tyson plays sports

No 6 beers, but I got out of the pack

Not well done so I had to bring it back

No train, but baritone's in the track