[Verse 2: KKKris]
I spit my rhymes all on your plate
You ate it, tell me how it taste
They want me now i'm f*cking great
Too bad I rep that KKK
Don't keep a bae no time for that
I'm sitting where the money at
Find my IG stalk my pics
Or get down b*tch and suck my di*k
You f*cking with the wrong one
I got them hands don't need a gun
You're being childish here's a crayon
Lightskin b*tch skintone they hate on
I'm squaded out until I die
These weak ass b*tches f*cking dry
So run up on me you will see
Just what an as*h*le I can be