[Intro]

(1o)

[Verse 1]

Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh

Bitch I'm getting to them racks, like my dad did

Yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

I don't fuck with cops, because the cops are racist

And I don't like class, 'cause the clock's racing

And I don’t fuck with opps cause they taking names

[Verse 2]

Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh

Down bad looking for the fucking rehab

D-up, put the dick up in the fucking—, uh

T-up, put the song up and this the one

Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh

And your music is fucking ass