[Verse 1]

Wait, Stop

Hop off my cock

When I hit my dance better not tell me stop

Drinking dirty Fanta

Talking wok, wok, wok, wok

You a creeper nigga

Type to stalk, stalk, stalk, stalk

Extendo on my fucking clip

Do not fuck with stock

I don’t chill with these hoes

'cause I got my bitch back

[Verse 2]

Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

I’ll never lack

And it is Fathers Day but I have no dad

And neither do she

I think that is why she call me dad

Hit it from the front

But she still feel it in her back

I'ma evil demon semen dripping oozing swag

I think that she love me for my Vera Bradley bag

If she try to leave me, oh well that’s too bad

Because I already put my clone in the back

[Outro]

S.a.d.n.s.u.s is tatted on her neck

Like I’m in a wedding I am still the best man

If I wore what you wore, I would be sad as hell

Damn, damn, damn

Sadnsus is tatted on her damn