[Verse 1]
Barry got them B's
Nah, he got some Timbs'
Tugging on my di*k
Ripping off my limbs
Lying 'bout his bombs
Dropping like he Kim
Lying 'bout his name
He use a pseudonym
His real name is Alan (What?)
Pull up on a b*tch
Barry got that steeze
Buy that thot a juice
Cash it in with ease
Got her on her back
f*ck her as he please
Grab his body-pillow
'Cause Barry wapanese
[Verse 2]
You be asking me:
"He be Barry who?"
Say: "He Barry B
Who the f*ck are you?"
"I be Barry's b*tch
Who the f*ck are you?"
I'm not Japanese
I'm a weeaboo
[Verse 3]
Deep-throating a veg
Sucking aubergine
Robbing me a man
Who be Barry B
Yellow on that black
Making fat stacks
"Do you like jazz?"
Then you're gonna love me
[Verse 4]
I like me a man
Who's into both ways
I like me a man
Who isn't quite straight
I like me a man
Who takes me on a date
But he has to be a man
'Cause traps are f*cking gay
[Chorus]
Traps are gay
Traps are gay
Traps are gay
Traps are gay
[Outro]
That would be gay. It's no different for f*cking traps. Just 'cause they dress like a chick, don't mean they are a chick, they got a di*k and it's gay. And don't say the di*k makes it cuter, 'cause that doesn't make it cuter, that makes it even gayer; that makes you gay, b*tch