(Aye, huh? Huh? Okay, okay. Huh, huh, yeah, yeah!)

Me and Mathias, we back

Shoutout the gang, we walk in a pack

Dirty ass hands bro, I ain’t gonna dap

That is not muscle, boy you is just fat

Look at your wings bitch, you better flap

We locked in and I’m finna clap

We in the room so I’m finna tap

Want me to hang? I’ll give it a pass

Meeska Mooska, you is a rat

I hate you promoting ass wannabes because you is all trash

People at school finding out that I rap

Aye, look at me funny I smack the bitch

Tryna act hard, I’ll wack the bitch

I’m getting money by trapping bitch

We was alone so I had to hit

Yeah, she catchin’ feelings I had to dip

I got the ears, they tell me what’s happening

If we pull up, then we get it crackin’ bitch

I’m taking wins, I’m taking thе dubs

Keepin’ it real, I keep it a Buck

You can’t do that cuz you broke as fuck

Pull up to school, wearing pro club

Thеy gotta hate, show no love

Aye you ran out of luck, cuz we blowing up

And you got no plug, so you gotta dip

Yeah you gotta run, and you tryna diss me

Oh that is so fun, cuz I’m not even trying

So you gotta “Duck”

I’m not talking ‘bout “Donald”

I’m talkin’ bout running away to “Pluto” cuz you is so “Goofy”

I’ll tell you wassup

Cuz we run it up, uh huh

Aye, get out of the mud, uh huh

I am the teacher and you is a sub, uh huh

Cuz you is a back up

So you better back up

Cuz I’m never leaving the club, uh huh (yeah)

Yuh, off of that gas lil bitch

Shit, I been floatin’

Dumping yo man’s, leave him in the ocean

Trustin’ that hoe, but that bitch stay open

Bro tried to run, like bitch where you going?

Bruh tried to take my shit

Lay his ass down, then I take his bitch

Fuck out my face you not made for this

You not built like me you can’t make this shit

Two bad hoes in my goddamn bed

Don’t give a fuck what he goddamn said

If he talk down, imma fill him with lead

Oh that’s your bitch? Heard she giving head

I’m at the spot where there’s rocks on my wrist

Your hoe, she see me and she want a pic

Brodie got mad cuz he ain’t get picked

Brodie gon’ hate, but he ain’t on shit

Yeah, imma surprise you

One mistake and they will despise you

Underground comin’ up, we going high too

Building a tower and calling it “Eiffel”

Better take cover cuz there is a rifle

If they get canceled, then they is your idol

My enemies are dead, I got no rivals

Eat, sleep, and repeat

That is your cycle

Make songs and take no defeat

That is mine, is you disagree then I will not fight you

Cuz I really don’t care, okay

I pull up and they stare, okay

You will not dare, okay

Prologue is up cuz I am so “Rare”

Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay I really don’t play

Her name start with K

Lil hoe I’m busy counting these big bucks

Bro he keeps talking but he don’t got shit tucked

Lay the boy down, bitch you will not get up

Hit him in the court bitch you need some sit-ups

You got no money bitch up on yo funds

I send yo mans to the mo’fuckin sun

Look at my pockets them shits weigh a ton

Look like he lay how we made that boy run

Sending yo homie, I sent back a ghost

Turn him to a pack and then send you the rose

Yo bitch in the pic and I reply with “gross”

All of this green feel like Frank in the grove

Lil bitch, yeah, aye, yeah all of this green feel like Frank in the grove

Bitch, yuh, ha, yuh, aye, yuh