[Verse 1]
In this back alley 'bout to smoke
If police come, I'm a ghost
If my mom's call, I'm a go
I was born in 1994
Hard liquor act tough
Smart n*ggas call bluffs
Big smiles no cuffs
White voice like my name was Chip
Don't do it
I'm in this leather La-Z-Boy looking so clueless
I skip class, meetings, jury duty
I don't match, they judge like Judy
I live for tryna cuff fat booty
I used to cut lines just to be the first one to act stupid
The whole class waiting just to see what I'm a doin'
And as the clock tick tick, they sittin' on my di*k tip
I'm gettin' grilled like Big Gipp, career sunk like the Titanic
My phone cut off, sh*t I might panic
But this hoodie sleeve got a nice fabric
Tryna settle down with a nice actress
She act like she like me, she act like she wifey
But she only ordering Chinese
I f*ck her too fast she use all these devices
I do not give a F word always let the world know
Never got my first ring I'm chasing it like Frodo
Teepee for my bunghole, shirt on my fro, hoes
See me getting money now they think they getting froyo
[Hook]
Keep them expectations low though
In the scraper bumpin' Tell Me When To Go though
Spanish superstar Miguel Cotto
Get a latin grammy and I'm on now
Arab money like I'm Ron Brownz
This is why I'm hot like I'm MIMS
Buncha girly villains boy you Him
And that boy still in his Timbs
You a hater
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate
[Verse 2]
Came back in with my white friends
They got black friends so they want to cop them black timbs
If police pull us over, they talk to Goodwin
If they see me, make neck snap like a hood b*tch
Overweight 6 god, practicing my singing
I'm the chubby R Kelly on these tracks I be p*ssin'
I been on the same sh*t since I heard Gone Fishin'
Have an all white party, play American Boy
And repeat this, you some divas, I kept a secret
You too cool, you way beneath this, you should leave b*tch
Catalina wine mixer jumpin' like POW b*tch
And they want the album, need the album right now b*tch
[Hook]
Keep them expectations low though
In the scraper bumpin' Tell Me When To Go though
Spanish superstar Miguel Cotto
Get a latin grammy and I'm on now
Arab money like I'm Ron Brownz
This is why I'm hot like I'm MIMS
Buncha girly villains boy you Him
And that boy still in his Timbs
You a hater
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Hate