[Intro]

Yo I wish I knew what I was doing with my life

But on god

I got no clue what's going on

And I kinda like it that way

You feel me?

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Baddie baby, who you tryna be?

We're like family

Who taught you your manners?

Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds

Now you saying "Who?"

Can you say "You?"

I'ma go faster than John in the Coupe

[Verse 1: Jonny Se]

And that’s facts, most blunted on the map

I’m always running outta gas, go for another half

Got 'em brushing up on math

But I been hunting for the stash, lil' something in the bag

Now he rushing for a cab

And I was running from the past for the past week

Clash with the clan and the family do they understand

I’m the man that rap need catch me

In the rad pageant, truth be told but that ass magic, FLO!

Stupid as a stack of bricks and might cut ya grass like a crack addict

She suck ya cash like a bad habit yeah I tucked the flask but now I’m back at it

I’m on the run and I’m kinda rushed so I’ll just let it buss on yo bland palette

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Baddie baby who you tryna be?

We're like family

Who taught you your manners?

Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds

Now you saying who?

Can you say you?

Imma go faster than John in the Coupe

[Verse 2: Ryan Leahan]

Undeclared freshman, swear she's gonna fail

So she fix her problems right down in the Yellowtail

Who the one to tell her what to do on a weekday

Imma tell her just to go freak, wine wednesday

So pour another glass

Don't worry baby you look fine, baby you really look fine

Swear on my life

Yeah I just gotta ask

How many glasses of that wine did you end up drink tonight

You take 6 oh shit don't spill that oh-

[Chorus: Ryan Leahan]

Baddie baby who you tryna be?

We're like family

Who taught you your manners?

Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds

Now you saying who?

Can you say you?

Imma go faster than John in the Coupe

[Verse 3: Arma]

Whacko when I have a tantrum

There he goes again, taking the beat and stamping off

Slam door, whack off

Beat it on the hour like a grandfather clock

And I keep it half ass like a mule

You don't wanna see my ass whole bruh

And you don't wanna see what I'm half horse for

Before you hatch a plan you hafta incub' one

Another hour passes pass that pen Juul

Um...

Got an 1850's style

But the kids like Lindy Hop

Got a fake story about scars

Evacuate the city block

I change lanes y'all change cars

You play the games I cheat on

I bite the hands you eat from

You pray the plane lands

I free fall