Yeah

Whoo!

Sorry Joyner and Chris

Verse 1

Everybody sayin I'm autistic (tistic)

Everybody sayin I'm pathetic (pathetic)

Everybody not gettin the message

This ain't no boats and hoes bullshit

None of y'all niggas ain't gettin it

Puttin on more poundage for the leverage

Puttin mumbles in a blender, make em a beverage

All you niggas gotta ruin it sayin I don't know how to make a remix

I'm always bright like the neon

I try to spit fast like I'm running like Deion

Fucking tired of getting slept on

I'm broke as fuck, I'm sleeping in a Nissan

Nigga I ain't no sentimental I'm just tryna spin this shit back on another level puttin Bhad Bhabie on a pedestal tie her up in the trunk push on the pedal I'm not gonna settle I'm hot as the kettle All-Pro like I'm Weddle eat up this shit like it's edible, I hope this shit is audible I know this isn't educational, I'm just hopin the shit gets national

And I hope the shit is unforgettable

Hopin that the remix is suitable

I gotta go call Joyner and Chris's pest control

I should be watching pitbulls and paroles

But all you niggas playful like you PAW Patrol

No Wet Dreamz with these mumbles, sorry J. Cole

We're lyrical, we gon win the rappin bowl

We're all MVPs', We're all Nick Foles

Teach those "silly Gummo" niggas how to have a soul

How the fuck does Lil' Pump have a record sold?

Gucci gang, purple drank, bullshit is gettin old