{Intro]
Ay, ya, cool, ay, lit
Gang shit
Gang shit
Gang shit
Oh fuck

Ay, its yung cheese
A.k.a, uh, lil pasta
Um, a.k.a, uh, raspiboy
I- I hate myself for this one

[Verse 1]
Hey now, you an all star
Take your bitch home in the ballpark
Get your game on
I say go play
Nutted on her face and it lookin' like some yoplait
I say hey now, you a rockstar
With your mom and we whipping up some Pop-Tarts
Get your show on, I said get paid
I been killing shit like I was 8

[Verse 2]
Ay
Finger and bunch a [?] all up on her forehead
Told that girl lets conversation and maybe more head
Told that bitch I don't drive a car unless its foreign
Yeah, took your girl as a goalie, but I'm scorin'
Ooh, I got her wet, it ain't rainin' it ain't poarin'
Bitch you getting fat, you need to eat some smaller portions
You was not important, wish your mama an abortion
And when I steal your girl, now I got 2 like I was Mormon
[Verse 3/Outro]
And all that glitters gold
And all these bitches is hoes
And all that glitters gold
And all these bitches is hoes