[Intro: Josh Richards]
Yo, Bryce, this motherfuckin' mans tried to DM my girl
Bro, he tried to fuck her
Lil' fucking Hoodie or some shit, G
Fucking waste, man, bro
Bro, he wants the smoke, I guess
[Verse 1: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Wakanda King
Tryna fuck with me
Tryna fuck my girl
Like I couldn't see
Broke bitch, broken-ass nose bitch
Small dick, still kinda softish
Toxic, act like you poppin'
No, bitch, built like a chopstick
[Pre-Chorus: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Talk about money you got
You know you ain't got a lot (No money, woah)
You know you had one shot (One shot)
Charli's the tick to your tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out, eighteen 'til you get clout
Lights out, lights out, no tour
Knock your ass out 'til the fans want more
[Chorus: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Ayy, little bitch, look at where you're at now (Ayy, yeah)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown (Small dick)
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Verse 2: Bryce Hall]
We ain't do this for the bands
We doing this just to tell all your fans
You still be fucking with girls
Telling people Charli's your world?
No, trust me, he's a rose
But this one time when he broke his nose
He lost his temper, didn't whimper
Just said he's a bitch-ass—
[Interlude: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Yo, yo, yo Bryce, probably shouldn't say that, bud
Oh shit, you right, uh, producer can you cut that shit out?
[Verse 3: Josh Richards]
No ladies, hell of a guy
He's kind of one of a kind
Just let them take some time
To find out all of his lies
Sitting there with my girl on the phone (Brr)
Telling me she can't get alone
This dude really think he cold (Not cold)
Tryna fuck while his girl at home
[Pre-Chorus: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Talk about money you got
You know you ain't got a lot (No money)
You know you had one shot (One shot)
Charli's the tick to your tock (Ayy)
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out, eighteen 'til you get clout
Lights out, lights out, no tour
Knock your ass out 'til the fans want more
[Chorus: Josh Richards & Bryce Hall]
Ayy, little bitch, look at where you're at now (Ayy, yeah)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown (Small dick)
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Outro: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
Ayy, little bitch look at where you're at now (Ayy)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Outro]
This guy's a fucking waste
Hahaha, you fuckin' twat
Dude, you're a fucking waste, man, bro