Standing outside in my flip flops

Take a walk on my old block

Neighbors used to act boujie

Usually

Now they saying that I rock

Wow how fucking fantastic

But your love is fake just like plastic

Bastards

Thinking I would flop like your girl titties at the show, truthfully

You need your ass kicked

Trash shit

In every verse

Yeah I'm taking out the garbage

Throwing my hands up

Like I’m bout to start shit

Run around screaming in your apartment complex

Throwing subliminals

Like your favorite wack artists

I'm out here lifting homie, swol up

And all you do is talk, bro shut the fuck up

How you gone see us when ya eyes fucked up

Coming up short, like the special needs bus

Your shows ain't popping stop tagging me in stuff

Facebook thugs acting way too tough

Cereal killers

Naw...you Cap’n Crunch

No get your ass back to work and make some lunch

Slangin' mustard and mayo

Not yayo punk

And you ain't a baller either

White men can't jump

(Just threw that line in there to make a cool pun)

But any ways

My campaign just started let's run

Slam dunk

I said Vote for Fresh

Going on tour bout to sign some breasts

Nonetheless I'm ghost

Like your career

Link in the bio right here...

Yeah