[Verse 1: Roy Kunk Lug & Lil YungDad]

Uh

I’m distinctly different

Rhyming bars with bitches

Crazy, crazy

Foolin’ everybody

Foolin’, foolin’, foolin’ everybody

Cigarette stashin', pussy bitches makin' money

Fuck a phony bitch, I fuck her over twenty times a hundred

Praisin' my mom for watching back

Never made a hunnid stack in my life but I like to rap

You can diss me on track if you think I can’t attack

I’ll fuck your bitch, that’ll be my diss, how’s that, how’s that, how’s that?

'Cause in a land before time, in a land before I rhymed

I was stompin' bitches

Now they makin' clones of me in Petri dishes

Hand on the Bible and I pray for y’all forgiveness

Hatin' on me, I'm just tryna purify your sickness

Ballin' in the center field, you busy playin' mascot

Reinventin' mixes like I’m K-Dot out in Mask Off

Comin' at the Death Star, brace for impact, it's a trap, stop

Calamari out at Arnold's, fans just want a close-up

[Verse 2: Lil YungDad & Roy Kunk Lug]

I feel like Erron Black in these times with a mask on

You steady droppin' tacks while I’m out here droppin' caltrops

Down, back, 3 and over time, it’s fatality

Buy a call on me as I triple up your salary

Stockin' up CDs and when I drop you won’t get rid of me

Climbin' out your screen and bringin' verses to reality

Aimin' at your knees cause we don't take no casualties

Approachin' inning nine so now I’m callin' Roy to close for me

Catch me on the sticks, 2k20 in this bitch

Future GM thrivin' heavy in this shit, I’m legit

I’m a beast, I don’t think that’s hard to see

I can’t breathe, chokin' on emotion, that’s just me

You should prolly take a seat

I get pissed, I imagine going crazy with my fists

Wish I had an excuse to fuck up people I ain’t like for shit

There’s a couple motherfuckers I won't hesitate to clip (Pop)

I feel like Tony Soprano, sad as fuck but tough as shit