[Verse 1: Izzy Clay]

Bitch let me tell you the love of my life

Was as skinny as Manute Bol and two-thirds the height

Guess I got a thing for short women, guess I got a thing for cash spending

Cause I been broke since last wednesday, spent it all on skinny jeans

Since the fall, I'm dressing clean

Fuck ya'll, I'm sweating Jim Beam

Jack Daniels, Wild Turkey

Grey Goose, Kill a stray moose

With a red Lexus, driving jerky

Down the I-98, drunk and swerving

I'm the emperor Julius, word to Irving

Doctor J., copped the J's, and wore them out, in one game

Triple-doubled, no hall of fame

I've been rapping since 2 Chainz, changed his name from tity boi

I've been flowing since Duke came, and served Butler, nuked them boys

Hey word, got a blonde bitch, Gordon Hayward, and she playin jazz

Hey word, got a brunette, she a dyke bitch, and she slappin ass

Hey world, try some ciroc, it'll let you pass the time in class

Hey world, try some good dick, in your bitch mouth, so you'll shut your trap

Fuck it clap, fuckin clap, fuckin clap, for your mans

I been listening to Waka, watch her do it with no hands

I'm tryna be famous, I'm tryna make the A-list

Why this bitch be so uptight, take the stick out her anus

Hey miss, I've been feeling quite aimless

So why don't you come and aim this

At your face

You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace

You know that I'm fast hope you keep the pace

It's the cunning linguist, this dyke give cunnilingus

So I'ma dip because the bitch eats meat and them fish sticks