[Verse 1: ii]

Get the kicker, I beg to differ

I sip the hawk venom, out of a pitcher

Feel like the Quiskter, fast like a fisker

Who made the beat? Shout out to [?]

They say, close your mouth, I'm running it off

Track meet, on the beat, and the pen’ll be gone

I'm feeling divine, kill kind, you outta line

Pull up with a nine, with a fridge full of ice

She wanna feast with the meat of the mind

I'm bout to poke her face, with the sharpest pine

She wanna this dick in the wind, she a fool

Y'all stink like the skunk from the Looney Tunes

Every villain is lemon, but a nigga sour so it's okay though

I'm making pesos, get out my face hoe

Flex on a nigga like a protein shake, though

I'm still Black Vegeta, don't doubt

Or deceive me, shit is easy, feeling

Queasy, nut on this beat, I be never teasing

Bitch, I'm an shock you, look like a Pichu

Pull up on your block, saying very nice to

Meet you, back, and I'm bad, and it feel

Like a reboot, running again, and

Again, and I'm fend to defeat you, uh

[Verse 2: ii]

I slice out ya Wi-fi, now you don't got no bars

Come at your house, with the dicks, pause

And put it in your mouth like a porn star

Grind on that bitch, like some parkour

Blow you away like a cyborg

She wanna gentleman, I don't

Open the door for her, and I'm

Too good, like a five star, you

Getting cut off the landline

To the point the bars you spitting

Dial back, like star 69, when I feel divine

I'm a put knife in ya eyelid, nice

But an nigga never kill with kindness

When the killing the feeling

Definitive winning, the ridding

Of idiot, nigga run independent in

I'm a get up in, percentage of entity

Give her the remedy, killing it

Kinda of the king pin, diminish it

Then I finish it, watching like

Ben Tennyson, feeling the pen

Pinning, I belong in the dog pen

And an nigga been all sent, and I'm never

The calm nigga, I'm over the line nigga

My nigga I got bars, the beat is the bartender, I'm done