What?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, DC, Mark, uh, ayy
(Trademark)

I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy
Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch, bring that neck to me
Krusty Krab shit, bitch, I still got the recipe
Bitch, I feel like Mrs. Puff, they ain't testin' me
I told Trademark, "Cook a beat with no melody"
Stay with that heat, are you stupid, Penelope?
I'm on a roll, what the fuck is they telling me?
Strapped like a dyke bitch, I came with that Ellen piece

Wait, bitch, hold up, red dot him
Pew-pew, huh, headshot him (Boom)
Uh, pop out, red bottoms
Uh, whole gang solid
Ayy, seen him in the beam, got him (Baow)
Uh, forty gon' run in his wallet
Ayy, said he pulling up, highly doubt it
Pop out that cut with that whatchamacallit (Yoom)
Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum
No, bitch, I don't trip, I'm allergic to falling
Shoutout to Mo city, I keep me a rocket
If he talking loud, we gon' get out of pocket
These rap niggas suck, all they moves, I'ma mock it (What?)
Uh, if you speak to twelve, nigga, stop it
Uh, take it to the grave, then lock it (Bitch)
Uh, cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket

Wait, walk in this bitch
They gon' walk on my dick (What)
Never lost in this bitch
New Patek, no bust in this bitch (Bust, bust)

I know she freaky, she wanna get deaky
I tell her, "Get lost", in this bitch (Freaky)
I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra
we finna lift off in this bitch (Skrrt)

Wait, walk in this bitch
They gon' walk on my dick (What)
Never lost in this bitch
New Patek, no bust in this bitch (Bust, bust)

Did it three times like The Hangover
Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober
It ain't over 'til big DC say it's over
Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover
Girl, it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy
Ask that to Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me (Yeah)
Ice wet, Dasani, we over the Fiji
Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving?
I don't know if I'm Abel, I feel like The Weeknd (What?)
Uh, pop up out the bushes, creepin' (Pew)
Uh, put him on the 'Gram, leakin' (He gone)
Uh, in the full minivan, geekin' (Skrrt)

I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy
Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch
bring that neck to me (Bitch)
Krusty Krab shit, bitch, I still got the recipe
Bitch, I feel like Mrs. Puff, they ain't testin' me (Ha)
I told Trademark, "Cook a beat with no melody"
Stay with that heat, are you stupid, Penelope?
I'm on a roll, what the fuck is they telling me?
Strapped like a dyke bitch
I came with that Ellen piece (Dyke)

Strapped with that nine, bitch, I'm goin' insane
Bro gon' cock that bitch back
and put two in his brain (Baow, baow, baow)
You still think that you good just because of your name?
Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain
(Give me that shit, stupid)
Bitch, I'm on my LaVar, told him stay in his lane
Get him out of this bitch, he ain't really with gang
You wasn't with the kid when I was broke wearing Hanes
It's a difference between organic niggas and lames
Going dragon mode, nose blowing out hella flames
It don't matter though, I got immune to propane
Pockets fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne
On my mama, ho, like a lion, this shit can't be tamed (Fact)
Finna make DC F. Baby my name
Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I'll buy out the plane
You still wanna be here, but this shit ain't the same
Fuck this industry shit
I want money, no fame, bitch (Pussy ass)

Yeah, yeah, ayy (Let's go)
Better come at me proper (Bitch)
In the hills, eating steak with the lobster (What?)
It ain't shit to send a nigga to the doctor (Ta-ha)
Dumbass nigga (Bye)
Bitch (He out of there, stupid)
Ta-ha, what? (Dummy, dumb boy
stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga)