[Verse 1: Baritone] Soulja boy tell em... meaning that you're snitches And all these b**hes blowing me like Kid Ink blows swishers I am so dope, but I'm not a stoner Bone so many girls, now they know me as bo*er No masturbation, but I'm a do my own thang If you dont understand, get out of here, like the bell rang Call me Mothaf**a, but am not a Milf lover I ain't talkn about visiting, she asked me to come.. over You're nothing but a b**h.... Go fetch They're all over me... Like a bridge Cool like a fridge, hardcore like a textbook I eat them out for free cuz I got swag even when I cook Last name ain't Potter, but no doubt she harry... Her legs thick, like a Dictionary I'm not an insect but I am Fly And all my haters trippin like their shoe laces are untied She wanna do it without protection, rugby Not an insect either but easily she bugs me Keep her under the sheets like a dead corpse Play girls more than 50tyson plays sports No 6 beers, but I got out of the pack Not well done so I had to bring it back No train, but baritone's in the track