[Intro]

(You are a mental case)

[Verse 1: m6kv]

Pull up to the forty and I'm back inside that bih

If you talkin' down on gang, you stole my swag, you stupid bih

And I really got no time, all the time tryna diss

Yeah, I'm posted in the cut with my [?] rizz

I ain't got no time, you stupid bih

If he talkin' down, we gon' show up at his [?]

Blood [?] all over the floor, I don't care now

If he talkin' down on gang, we gon' leave him [?] now (Yuh)

[Verse 2: xxylvii]

(Bitch, we up)

All these fuckin' twinks gon' eat me up like a popsicle

Pull a hit-and-run on all these cops, man, fuck the constables

360 no-scope to yo' head, it ain't impossible

Steal yo' bitch and beat her up like I just caught a body

I ain't no law-abiding citizen, man, I will shoot yo' shawty

Got the 2 and 2 and 3 like my name was fuckin' Scottie

I don't fuck with Andrew Tate, that's why I don't have a Bugatti

Fuckin' retard need to stop your whinin' and just fuckin' listen

Daydreamin' 'bout that bitch, but you can't even get a kissin'

Bet you really want my love, play with my balls like Pulisic

Try not to beg 'cause you gon' get pessimistic