[Verse 1: Lord Zannestein]
You think you got me
I'll hit up your bae and her baby
You messing with them poop boys
Catch a n***a pray to the Lord that I ain't gonna k** her
These hoes they foreign
These me Ma**ey they foreign
Hurt your baes' feelings
Wilding out Nick Cannon
Slapping your baby
Take over the block
You'll call me Winston
I'll moozle
Running laps around the booty that's Mo Farah
[Verse 2]
G please chill
Got treated a certain type of way
Now these thots gonna pay
Dump dump
You get mega moozled
Uzi in my hand
You might get sprayed
Put your miech where the street is
No one safe
You ain't running sh**
I put 45 shots in 45 thots
Click click bang bang
Put you in the trunk
I'm big papa punk
Latex gloves for them SLT
On this beat like Me Author hairline
Chill
What's bragging
Stone cold stunner you and your b**h
Naaar this ain't no diss again
Step your game up
I ain't taking this
You guys stunting in McDonalds
Standing at a 45 degree angle at all times
[Verse 3]
Rick Ross with my chudz down
45 shots how many thots fall
Poop in my pants
Call me the sh**
I clear the safe
And make your Marge beat the case
Flip her on her forehead
Turn Miss Muller into a man
They know
I got this Wooks
Woke me up, that fast life
In a Moothy fight
Eat that booty cause I knew it was right
Pick it up
Pour it up
These white folk gonna pay me
So and pop it and drop it baby
[Verse 4]
Pot Noodles hot water on me
These thots think they got me
Yo Moothy is he here
Naaar he stunting with them
You f**ing right I'm crazy
You think you k**ing me jump in the Mercedes
Finna hit you with the blocka
Swear to God it got me stressed
Hair game Me Ma**ey
Boom bang say something
I'll take you to the money in the bank
If you move like me you'd bleed booty
We finna win
All the time Winston Churchill to these hoes
No one knows