[Intro]

My main goal is to blow up

And then act like I don't know nobody

(Haha)

(OMG DatBoyJaden)

(OMG DatBoyJaden)

Holla at ’em, Jaden

[Verse 1]

My name big—everywhere I go, I get noticed

You tryna be like me? Get out your journal pad and note it

I never fall off, I'm still here 'cause I be on it

I’m very humble, I'm so thankful, and I'm glad they know it

Real nigga, I flex hard, drip like Dasani

Fly nigga shit—now smiling for paparazzi

Y'all be on my dick, ride my wave like tsunami

My shit expensive—might be wearing Giorgio Armani

You wanna live like that? I'm styling in Givenchy

My circle small—I'm flying everybody out to Bali

Run up on me, I fold you niggas like origami

Is it beef? Hell nah, man, that shit salami

[Chorus]

Bitch ass niggas conversate in the group chats

I be ready—pull up, bitch, where your troops at?

If it's three of us, I'm a dog—you niggas two cats

I can’t trust no bitch, y’all be grimy, giving two rats

Bitch ass niggas conversate in the group chats

I be ready—pull up, bitch, where your troops at?

If it's three of us, I’m a dog—you niggas two cats

I can't trust no bitch, y'all be grimy, giving two rats

[Verse 2]

Dumb ugly bitch—said she gon' do what to who? (Gon’ do what to who?)

I don't argue with you bitches, I rap in the Stu (I rap in the Stu)

You still mad? Your bestie got knotted up at the school? (Got beat up, ha)

That shit was months ago—get over it, bitch, be cool

You the same one that was at my party on my couch

Looking dumb, fucked up—trash bitch, Oscar Grouch

Your Black ass friend—he still talking out that mouth

Hiding when I was at school—I leave, now he out (Pussy)

Bitch, you seen me in person and you ain't do nothing (You ain't do nothing, scary)

Tryna contemplate like, "Jaden, I didn't do nothing" (I didn't do nothing, scary)

Running the other way, tryna recruit something (tryna recruit something, scary)

Posting fake ass receipts—bitch, that didn't prove nothing (Bitch, that don't prove nothing)

[Bridge]

BOOHOO! Suck my dick and my balls

When I trip out, it look like I ain't got no drawls

Y'all still dick riding for this long—ain't nothing small

All that shit y'all talk about me—call that shit a hater haul

[Hook]

It's getting hot in here

DatBoyJaden, tell me what you been on

I been making music this good (This good?)

I wanna be a show-off (Show it off, show it off)

It's getting hot in here

DatBoyJaden taking all y'all hoes

Ima pull up in the Range Rove (In the Range Rove?)

I wanna be a show-off (Show it off, show it off)

[Verse 3]

I read you niggas—with bars, I'm noble

Y'all look to me—yes, I am the focal

Never scared, bitch—I send like postal

I'm this young and I'm already a mogul

I'm an icon—yes, iconic

I'm real, and you niggas fake—bionic

I be dropping songs—y'all be scared, ironic

Y'all be obsessed but talk shit—psychotic

[Verse 4]

Hello!

They say nothing beats a Jet2 holiday—them niggas lied

All jokes aside—make 'em cross their T's and dot their I's

Come in no disguise—DatBoyJaden mentioned, he arise

Come by no surprise—all that poppin', get no reply

Bitch!

You're left on read—you're blocked too

Make a fake account instead

Ignored you—all that back and forth is dead

But thank you for streaming my music, you fan! (He a fan)

[Chorus] [Outro]

Bitch ass niggas conversate in the group chats

I be ready—pull up, bitch, where your troops at?

If it's three of us, I'm a dog—you niggas two cats

I can't trust no bitch, y'all be grimy, giving two rats

(OMG DatBoyJaden)