| I’ma eat a bunch of dirty shit then eat 'em out, woah |
| I don’t give a fuck about your life, I’m leavin', bounce, woah |
| I could drink some coffee with some wine 'bout now, mmm |
| Plottin', actually tryna get some answers for my movement now |
| I run up in circles while I’m dreamin', while I’m droolin', oh |
| I need me about a couple racks with some Xannies |
| Xan, Xans for my pussycats, we in here, bustin' (Anti) |
| Dust the damn dirt out my asshole |
| Woah, woah, calm yourself, nigga |
| Where your manners at? |
| Fuck you mean? |
| Dust the damn dirt out my asshole |
| Woah, woah, calm yourself, nigga |
| Where your manners at? |
| Fuck you mean? |
| Runnin' around my head like I done |
| Wanna make a bet? I’ll end my shit quick |
| If I gave a fuck I would’ve fuckin' tried to call you out |
| Matter of fact, you fuckers so entitled |
| Fool, I take your clout |
| Ooh, you thought I finished? |
| Not as fast as you diminished, nigga |
| I confide and fuss to go the fuck to sleep to try to think |
| If I get some sort of fuckin' |
| All I gotta do is stretch this sentence |
| Then it’s in the hearse |