[Intro]
Yeah
Look, you know I'm finna kill this instrumental
Why? 'Cause it's cleaner than an Old Spice whistle
She fuck around, get played like a fiddle
Niggas ain't the boss of me like Malcolm in the Middle

[Verse]
Finna rap on this happy ass beat
Y'all like, "Who the fuck is that?" I'm Likdageek
And I got a bad bitch right under the sheets
Like a ghost doing paranormal activities
Didn't know me, now they fucking with the kid like a priest
And they really tried to say my shit was mid, I'm a beast
I already know that she is for the streets
But guess what I was doing last week?
I was kicking it, yup
With yo new bitch, Sweet Chin Music
She gave me brain, but I'm not her student
And if I leave her, I think she might lose it
'Cause she might get played, batteries not included
And I'm not a pig, but Babe I am ruthless
I feel like a nuisance, I chuck up my deuces
Too sick, got the mucus, I got them all clueless
God damn, gas strong as fuck, Dodge Ram
Might take somebody bitch like Jim got Pam
I got the girl shaking all ass like a spam
And I used to think Carly was badder than Sam
But now I think about it, they was both pretty bad
Your girl I hit once, then I'm gone like my dad
I'm so ahead of my time that they want what I had
But don't get mad
True fame, I just want it fast like Usain
Some call me crazy, but I feel like I'm too sane
I just want a new chain, maybe one or two rings
Fuck somebody up like Liu Kang, yuh
Different colored bitches on me, no Kahoot! game
I just want my diamonds whiter than somebody whipping up soufflé
While listening to Michael Bublé, with a toupée, touché
Tell me why they always gotta hate
Oh he mad 'cause I prolly took his bitch on a date
Took her to the crib like I'm selling real estate
And I'm flipping in this bitch, Jeff Hardy Twist of Fate
Yeah I be on TikTok, but I can't do the renegade
In a maze, in my world I got the juice, Minute Maid
And everybody always tryna tell me to behave
But the thing is I give no fucks
I Feel like Randy Orton in '09
Shout-out Billie Eilish, don't know why but she so fine
These niggas tryna copy, they my clones like Ultron
Pockets fat, look like they should play on the O-Line
Oh my gosh, I'm the one with the heat
I ain't talking Chris Bosh, I'm too turnt up, I feel like I'm in a mosh
I just do it for my brothers like I watch too much Drake & Josh
In advance, I apologize
She want a quickie but I last longer than McDonald's fries
I would be in the field, but you see I ain't tryna die
My stupid ass would prolly rather go to fucking Comic-Con or some shit
I might take your bitch if she getting kinda horny
Feel the rain on my skin, no one else can feel it for me
And I like an older bitch, I don't care if she 40
You know I'm killing shit, American Horror Story
God damn, If twelve pull around we gotta scram
That bitch think we linkin' but I'm not Abraham
She just wanna take my cash, Mr. Krabs with the clam
Disappear in this bitch like, "Alakazam"
Big booty ass, look like a Venn diagram
Get the D like she barely even passed the exam
Damn, they get mad 'cause I am who I am
And I'm balling like NBA Jam or 2K
Geeking off a gram and some D'usse
Hoes getting freaky like a shoelace
Feel like Kelly Oubre, why? 'Cause these bitches all want me 'cause I stay with the bread like I do bake
I got a suitcase full of blue face in a cool place
Fuck a nigga up, Master Oogway
She want me now, too late, stay in the mix like some Kool-Aid
Niggas watching me like Blu-Ray
Tell me why I'm so fucking great
And to be honest, I don't even really eat Frosted Flakes
I'm a Cinnamon Toast Crunch guy, got fine taste
Can you tell me who is better than me, yes I'll wait
Niggas mad 'cause Im winning, oh yes, they irate
If it ain't about money, then get out my face
And niggas really tryna eat from my plate
But, it's whatever, now
Hopefully I don't get sued for this
You know I just be on my stupid shit
And I'm balling like Nikola Vučević
And they hating, but I guess that I'm used to it
So I'ma just keep on rapping
And I don't really give a fuck about whatever happens
And plus she mad thick and just like Patrick, she want me to firmly grasp it
I'm on my Ski Mask shit, I feel like the Four, bitch
I'm feelin' fantastic, bitch, she bad and
Boujee and ratchet, she Bad just like the Michael Jackson
Jacket
Like Nash I pass it
Straight to my brothers like Jonas, these niggas be cappin'
These niggas be bogus, got ADHD, bitch I can't even focus
You know I be on it, and just like my clothes I ain't folding
So tell me why she wetter than a lake
Oh they thought I wasn't good so I had to demonstrate
Straight gas off my ass, higher than the crime rate
If you look into my eyes, you'll see they dilate
Niggas mad 'cause of how much cash that I make
And they want me to stop, but just know that I can't
'Cause you know I had to kill it for old times' sake