[Verse 1]

Aye boutta rant like Zant

Diamonds on my hand

Imma try and fuck it all up in Japan

I ain't got a clue like I’m One Punch Man

I hop on this beat like a sperg would do Sans

And after May goes Imma peace out bitch Imma drive my ass down to where the preps can't get

I'm talking big money like a British whore sket

I’ll be out there on my own, I'll be left for the dead

I be left for the dead like valve can't count, huh

Runnin' numbers up but avoid all the clout, huh

One outta nine bitch you know I main Scout, huh

Drip so much could prevent a fucking drought, huh

Life's a movie, and I swear this ain't Disney

I'mma take a fiver light it up like I'm chimney

You a wack lookin boy lookin like Gibby

Why you actin hard boy we know you a pussy

[Break]

You a bitch, you a bitch, you should get the fuck out of my business my business

Don’t know how, don’t know when, somehow ended up in your grammas crib

Your grammas crib

[Verse 2]

Aye got an ocarina, dripping Aquafina

Imma see ya later bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya

My homies hauling drugs wearing all wife beaters

They be dancing like the natives yeah I call em Keef Chiefers

Mothafucka mothafucka wanna dance real good

Wanna throw hands bitch, but I’m out in the woods

Yeah I taught myself to drive I pulled up to the loot

You eyeing my fit like the jealous type of dude

Aye that's a green light

That's a fucking green light, yuh

Meaning she can smile I keep giving her my life, yuh

20 plus hours of messaging a day

Can't put the phone down so what does that really say, huh

Out here like Quad tryna run my damn name up

My backstory, happiness on the hold up

Now I’m feeling great I got out of my fucking rut, yuh

Got em lined up like they interviewing for Starbucks

[Break 2]

I got the plug, he rolls up, he's bumpin' all my shit he knows I kill the track, I kill the track

Now I'm gone, now I'm wack, still fuckin' on yo grams she can throw it back, she throws it back

[Verse 3]

I can drop ya once, I can drop ya twice

Mothafucka wanna come at me I'll drop ya thrice

And I pray for a thrown bone

My homies home grown

On the phone while I'm sitting all up on the chrome throne (yeah!)

All I ever do is refer to pop culture

My homie says that's the way of a vulture

And that I need to grow up, and maybe even mature

But what would I do if I didn't have the culture?

Nah nah, fuck that shit, let it eat

Why you think I'm fuckin' rappin' on a bumpin' Zelda beat?

I be repping my passions even when I'm spitting shit

Young Lion happened cause I had a smash bros kick

So what I'm tryna say is to go for your dreams

Try to get out there you can find out what it means

Hobbies are one thing, but passion is another

If you're passionate my brother don't muzzle it undercover

The Gallows was written and before I even knew it

6 months later and now I'm just here stewing

I'm over it now, but should I drop it anyways

These questions run through my mind as I contemplate

Nah but fuck that shit

Imma get another hoe to get on my dick

Dont wanna fuck with the lames or the sheep or any these pricks

I'm a whole fucking man in this bitch

Made my own path with a stick

You a bitch, you a bitch I'm fucking rich you can't tell me shit yuh

That's the mindset I'm training for, learning for, make my whole life yearning for

Might snap and take out half of y'all, urn and all, yuh (thanos!)

Got a bunch of jocks stay jerkin my jock

But all this happening when The Burial dropped

Not to mention the fappening when I go the fuck off

They don't even know that my fuckin' EP dropped

Motherfuckers hype me up like some sorta diss king

But they don't even know that I live in the ring

Let me step out the gate, let me demonstrate, all of the hate I create

When I penetrate

Won't name wack kids and their glade spring cribs

But know that every line I spit is aimed at them

Didn't put out a date for my personal shit

Man I knew if I did they'd be sus as shit

“Why does this dude think he can rap and shit?”

That's what they're actually thinking to themselves

They're thinking like-

“Why does this dude think he can rap and shit?”

Mothafucka listen to Bogus! that bitch was lit

I'm telling you now that you know who I am

I cut up all of my beef and sizzle like spam

Y'all braise on yo beef and swim in quicksand

Cuz underclassmen are thinking I'm immortal

Like I'm stepping through a goddamn space stone portal

Y'all sucking on my dick I got nut stored for days

These fucking preppy bitches stay stuck in their ways

Every time I wear a shirt they don't get it's great

Teens only talk about bumping uglies and grades

Like how the fuck are you gonna call me lame?

How you gonna call me lame bitch?