(Intro)

What? What?

Yung Cobyn on the track, on God

What?

(Verse 1)

Fellas question me like I'm the riddler

Some don’t like me cause they mid-dler

Attracted to my beats cause im persuasive

There's a cripple, he's vegetative

GMOD players need to go outside

I am forklift certified

Poop my pants, do my dance

Getting money, cash advance

I am way too good at rapping

Telling jokes got you knee slappin’

What even is the dog doin'?

A rap career's what im pursuin'

Sellin Coke, Escobar

Your rap's whack, so bizarre

To society, I'm a threat

I am millions in to debt

I say way too many slurs

Got a drug business, Entrepreneur

Committing fraud like I'm Belfort

You get no girls, Introvert