[Verse 1]
I do not feel you when you run a lick man
Blood on my carpet from your brain like a hitman
Blue shaded gla**es like im wearing ray ban
Ass so red from my hand like tan
Im gonna come in like "hey, im the man"
Put you on blast with my tape where the bands
Cop me an african like kk the Klan
Im off the perc like san where the zan?
Because i come in the room with no deuce
Phone blast radius c4 i got the juice
Orgasmic dick in her p**y like zeus
I pick the hoes like duck duck and goose
Orgy the party like sausage im off it
Fit so fit nerds be tryna cop it
Gucci belt around my life
And ya b**h still a dyke