Ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah, Kenny!)

Bitch, you better praise God

or I'ma shoot, and that’s on God

I ain't playin' ’bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job

If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face

If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K

Jesus is the one

Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga

Free Palestine, free Tay-K

This the trap game Abraham Lincoln

Four score and 16 bars ago

R. I. P. Betty White

She ain't dead but for when she

die ’cause I know it’s comin' up

(Woah, Kenny!)

Ayy, lil’ bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?

Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, still late on my bills, nigga

Your bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone

Asked me if these diamonds, nah

bitch, these some rhinestones

Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty

My show got canceled ’cause white folks don't trust me

Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe

Nigga, that's how I do

Ayy, I'm stealin' money from these bitches

I'm hittin' licks year 'round like it's Christmas

I got addictions

I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious

I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses

Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'ma dip my balls into some thousand island dressin'

'Cause I got depression

I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested

'Cause I got depression

I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy

'Cause I got depression

Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fuckin' lesson

Nigga, I got depression

Ayy, shout-out mental illness, shout-out mental illness

Dude, if you've got a mental illness

Like, fuckin' turn up, dude, like, seriously, dude

Like, whatever the fuck you got goin' on, dude

Fuckin', you're medicated, you're not medicated, dude

Like, seriously, fuckin', bro, I put my fuckin'

I put my dick in a bag of Doritos

And made this nigga bitch suck the dust off the tip