[Intro]

ALRIGHT, THIS ONE'S FOR KEVIN

LITTLE FUCKIN BITCH

UH!

(Lil Ballsack on the beat)

[Verse]

WALKIN DOWN THE STREET TRYNA BUY ME A KILOGRAM

GOT MY GRANDMA ON MY SPEEDDIAL YOU CAN CALL THAT MY INSTAGRAM

I GOT TONS OF FUCKIN BREAD, THOUGH IT AIN'T IN MY KITCHEN

MARRIED TO THE DRUG MONEY, SHIT BE MY RELIGION

BASS, MONEY, FANCY CLOTHES

TELL MY OPPS I FUCKED THEY HOES

SELLING DRUGS TO CHILDREN

I AIN'T SPENDING NONE OF THAT MONEY THO

KNOCK, KNOCK, BITCH IT'S THE IRS

SOMEONE TOLD THEM I'M HAVIN HOT BUTT SEX

OR MAYBE IT WAS CAUSE I'M NOT PAYIN TAXES

AYY IT DO MEAN I GOT HELLA RACKS AND

I DRIP SWAG LIKE A BROKEN FAUCET

BITCHES GO CRAZY FOR THE BEAT WHEN I DROP IT

GOT THIS CHEDDAR IN MY TRUCK

AND A DUDE I WANNA FUCK

SELLING CRACK GOT THESE FUCKIN POLICE ON MY BACK

BITCHES SAY THEY WANNA DATE ME CAUSE I'M SPITTIN ON THIS TRACK

KEVIN CAN GO AND FUCK OFF I GOT MEN TO SUCK ME OFF

I DON'T NEED HIS FUCKIN HELP I GOT HELLA FUCKIN WEALTH

BY MYSELF, SELLING CRACK TO KIDS, AYY

I JUST SPILLED BEER ON THIS ONE GIRL'S TITS

LIL BALLSACK MAKE THE BOYS GO CRAZY

THEN I FUCK EM AND I GIVE EM RABIES

KNOCK KNOCK BITCH IT'S THE OPPS AT MY DOOR

TELL 'EM ALL I'M TOO BUSY FUCKIN THIS WHORE

AND I DON'T GOT TIME FOR THEM BITCHES CAUSE I RHYME

AND I GET RICHES GOT A NET WORTH OF OVER 2 BILLION

WHAT'S UP, BITCH? TRYNA JACK MY FLOW OR MY DICK?

SLOW COOKER MAKIN' THAT SHIT

SPITTIN MORE FIRE THAN A DAMN FLAME THROWER

YOU SPIT AIR LIKE A DAMN LEAF BLOWER

DRINKIN REDBULL SMOKIN METH NEVER GET CLOSE TO MY DEATH