[Verse 1]

Yeah

Bitch, I keep that gas like Hank Hill

Pop yo' shit like pain pills

Move out my lane and stay still

Don't get rocked, I roll like eight wheels

Speaking of gas I ain't passing this

I won't pass you no gas, it ain't flatulence

And that bag that you smokin' is just like a broken down car: it ain't got no gas in it

My competition is like Miley Cyrus

I see nobody

Homie, don't try me

Tell her put a date on it like Yo Gotti

I make a mothafucker fold like origami

Oouu

Some get-back is way past due

But if I stoop, then I'm no better than you

True

So I just roll up my weed and I focus on me

'Cause it's pointless to focus on you

Like Demi Lovato singing to ghosts

Mothafuckas really be doing the most

And now they title everything so if you got a brain and like to use it

Mothafuckas like to label you as woke

Woah!

Bitch, get shit on

I don't give a fuck what you think I've been on

Gotta give it all on every record that I get on and tell my haters my dick is something they should wanna sit on

I do this so effortlessly

Bitch, I was born to make music evidently

I never let you fuck me, celibacy

And in my mind, ain't nobody better than me

I'ma give your ass a taste of what intelligent means

Bitch, I'm on point like a pelican beak

These are thoughts from a mind that has never been free

I'm a giant in the cave that has never been seen

Ugh

[Chorus]

I'm a self-made '90s baby, grew up with them stamps

Got a vision for my people, ain't no way I'm changing plans

I move silent, shhh, quiet

You won't see my other hand

It's like Comcast with this shit

Bitch, you can get it on demand

Oouu

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I gotta vendetta like Def Jam

She want the dick, I'm like, "Yes Ma'am"

But as far as we go

Bitch, you know that I am not a mutant

I can't be your ex-man

I take a bite up out the apple like a MacBook logo

Bounce that ass on my dick like pogo sticks

Pussy get ate, ocho, bitch

Don't be late to this appointment

I be higher than a mothafuckin' UFO

Get butt-naked, bitch, that's the new dress code

I'm a cryogenic lab if you just froze

Got a blueprint ready if the shit unfolds

Homie, you are not hot

Hit you in the snot box

We can get it poppin', get it poppin' like some Pop Rocks

Chopper going chop-chop

Turn you to a crop top

I'ma keep climbing, yeah, climbing to the top spot

Ooouu

I been a problem, been a problem aye

Benefactor that's been a factor

You say you wanna volley something but we can turn this into tennis practice

Been the sickest after Mr. Mathers

Grab your neck and twist it backwards

It's fantastic, get ripped in half

I raise the roof and lift the rafters

Then go and listen to Limp Bizkit after

I'll go tit for tat with any rapper

When it comes to these bars, I'm writing chapters

About my family, that's another matter

For them, I will swing like batter batter

I'll be on your roof making such a clatter

While you underneath it tryna pitter-patter

My feet in your ceiling

You see where I'm going?

To get up here, you need a bigger ladder

I'm Kydd, bitch!

[Chorus]

I'm a self-made '90s baby, grew up with them stamps

Got a vision for my people, ain't no way I'm changing plans

I move silent, shhh, quiet

You won't see my other hand

It's like Comcast with this shit

Bitch, you can get it on demand

Oouu