[Hook 1: Jimmy The Third]

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy

White boy, I ain't mad

Go ahead with your lettuce and the cheddar and the bread

Drake-ing it up

How come every lightskin dude want to take offense?

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing

[Interlude: Kayla Jordan]

Like, I'm not really even into rapping and shit

But I just had to jump on this track

This one track

Let's go!

[Verse 1: Kayla Jordan]

Boy I'm killing, you can catch me 'round at Tammy's

Whipping gourmet shit, they call me Gordon Ramsay

Got on my pajamas in the club, I'm Luka Sabbat

Hit the blunt, I'm Alice, all I see is rabbits

Fuck with me, I'll run up on ya, Gabe Jennings

I'm naming people I don't know but I'm still winning

I'm Kaywop bitch you know me, I [?] in Bentley's

Tinted shades, no Eazy E, bitch I'm John Lennon

Bitch I'm rolling up and I could see you walking by

Talking that shit a minute ago, what'd you say now?

I walk up in the spot, they see me, you won't matter

You order dollar menu, the whole platter

[Hook 2: Kayla Jordan]

Jimmy killing, nah, Kayla killing

I pull up in the Bentley with them neon extensions

I look at all of these things and I say "Damn I'm winning"

I swerve from lane to lane and I ain't get a ticket

Jimmy killing and Kayla killing

We pull up, fuck shit up, that's how you know we winning

My nigga Jimmy with me and he down to ride

Jayla killing, bitch call that homicide

[Verse 2: Jimmy The Third]

Damn Kay, a homicide? Mind as well throw y'all in the oven

400 preheat, might season if you get lucky

I'm full of myself and I'm still starving

I'm a Rocket, nigga I'm James Harden

Ain't no time soon kids dropping

Save all that shit for Miss Poppins

From Cali to the Bama, we jamming in pajamas

Thots splitting the banana with no need of gentle manners

I am very respective in my perspective, I'm not a player

Yet I dress and look that good, the shit must taste like blue flavored

My nigga

[Interlude: Jimmy The Third]

On some real shit like cut the bullshit

Like I really think that I'm a cute ass nigga

Like for real, like no jokes

I'm just like fucking 10

Like I really just came out looking like, this

[Verse 3: Jimmy The Third]

Up in this in all black like Lupita

Your girlfriend I'd love to meet her in a long ass mink, call PETA

I need a miss Minaj to keep the stress away, massage

I got the juice but I'll take that chance, I'll pop up like message!

Kaywop you know she zooming in the Bent got this thing booming

Suited in all red Pumas, they will jock like nothing's cooler

Won't have the satisfaction 'til they ask how much he make?

Blame it on the tinted shades, robbing Wednesdays by mistake

[Hook 3: Jimmy The Third]

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy

White boy, I ain't mad

Go ahead with the cheddar and the lettuce and the bread

Drake-ing it up

How come every lightskin dude wants to take offense?

Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing

Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing