(Verse 1)

Sipping on that detergent, Tangy Boi, I'm a wordsmith

I just do shit

Strapped with a chopped cheese

These hoes try to spite me, I film it like it's Spike Lee

You should wife me up

I said "Na b, chill with it, like a drink you'd like to spill with it"

A thou in a minute, falling like the dow jones when I'm in it

Woke up, did coke with Oprah

Crunching on that okra

The flow sick, you know that bro

Plus the foul, plus my bowels be leaking

Man I've been tweaking

I know you stay fronting

Shotgunning Campbell Soup just to feel something

Stop blushing about your accolades

Tangy Boi, I pass the gate

I don't even masturbate, I just nut on the track

(Verse 2)

Walk into the party and they walk out

Tangy Boi, I'm a cash cow, got that cash now

I make that cash bounce

Your man's misogynistic, so why you massaging his dick

Stuffy nose so sick

Glowed down since 10th grade

Used to be a snack, now I'm more like school lunch

Took her out to brunch

Made her pay for it

I said, "Pray for this life"

She said, "Na I'm good b"

Got Welches on me cuz I stay fruity

Take a chance with this rapper, roll the dice

Big cash on my mind and I don't even bank yet

Wear this Nike checks, I don't even swank yet

And I'm bad at this

I spit this off the top

I'm not in my vibe no more

Six seconds is as long as I last, bitch I'm a Vine