I'm fucked up, no down syndrome
Got no luck, but got 2 pistols
That's gotta suck, smokin mad crystal
Givin no fucks, shooting big missles
I got mad shooters, might kill your ass
We gonna pull up, jump out the back of the
Ford truck, we goin crazy mad that's a
Hoarde, duck, jump the fuck out and fast
Mr Beast gave me a hand and threw me 20 grand
We said fuck fans, and blew it all on gucci pants
I stole your mans, and this flow made goofy bands
We buried it in the sand
When I popped off, got 20 mil in my bank
Like lara croft, I'm surviving my fate
I'm not getting soft, I'm making double your wage
And the funny thing I'm not half of your age
But I'm starting to rage and I'm going insane
Start counting your days, do what I say
You're trapped in my cage and you'll never escape
You better wait you'll bе dead if you're late
I ran ovеr my dog he was barking too much
I forgot to feed my cat breakfast dinner and lunch
I grabbed my parrot and started to punch
Then I ripped off his beak and shoved it deep in my uhh
I rip my wife, limb from limb
Covered my lambo with her skin
Then ran over both our kids
Sold their bodies, bought some kicks
Mr Beast gave me a hand and threw me 20 grand
We said fuck fans, and blew it all on gucci pants
I stole your mans, and this flow made goofy bands
We buried it in the sand
Okay (??) with that cake
And I pull up to the bank
Hit em with choppas touch his brain
Chop, chop, chop these bitches they
Nothin can stop us, they fuckin, they callin out my name
They not from the team, yo
Yeah bitch we on top, she know she want that stack
I be on stage, hold up bitch, let me pack, okay
You know the drill, we one of the pack
All of my body a part of attack, yeah
Okay, uh, come around that pussy get to blastin
Now it's automatic
The difference between me and you is so drastic
Pussy cum-a-matic
Ay, that pussy is automatic
Ay, I fuckin hate sybil dawg
That's my verse right there
Fuck ultbee
Fuck this shitty ass song
I came here for a cupcake, nigga
Give me that shit I love minors