[Verse 1]

I got a booty fatter than Kim K

Too broke to make a studio mixtape

But own a label king of spades

So tired I can’t think straight

It’s a fable to say I rap great

My favourite food is for sure grapes

I don’t know what to say

But I throw it back like I'm Addison Rae

I got a booty so big can’t keep her eyes off it

Put a thing of champagne or put some wine on it

Puck Moonen even struggle to ride a climb on it

If i’m the horsie then go ahead and put the saddle on

World war two it had some fucking battles on

I got the next peach to go on VS’s summer catalogue

[Verse 2]

Yeah, you got nothing on me

Do you pull up with the homies

Run away looking for no tension

I just want some attention

Fortnite came back with LaFlame and adding some henchmen

All natural cheeks so big you can’t even clench them

Get my beats off of YouTube

So I can’t even afford to sound like U2

But like Bono I got the shades

Pit vipers, $100, no mistake

And they work great

It’ll distract folks from my big cake

[Verse 3]

I think right now’s when the story ends

I can’t think of more lines so I guess Napoleon

Fatter booty than that whore, it's fine and she just let me in

Throw that sugar a dime until we run out of time

She can’t look into my eyes

And I just see that girl cry because she want my tits and behind

I don’t even know what i'm saying

Lowkey gross but I'm still slayin’

Coronavirus i'mma stay right in

Won’t catch a case ‘till im relevant

200 listens after my first mixtape

Not a lot but not a failure I won’t fixate

She never want me to win i guess her name’s not Faith

But we’ll see If I win or lose

It’s just fate