[Intro: Quadeca]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
I just made it on double-XL
Flow's so dirty, I'm bathin' in a tub of Purell
I'm independent while your label leave you up on the shelf like a elf
I'm winnin', you got an abundance of Ls, that's tragic
Already know that I'm fantastic
If you don't, you must live under a rock, just like you Patrick (ill Will Beats)
But I'm a fuckin' star, so we got just a teensy problem
Your album flopped like a fish, only sold in Bikini Bottom
When I'm cookin' up these beats, turn the studio Benihana's
I'm developin' a stutter; I got way too many commas
Commas go kamikaze from products I wanna copy:
I see two then see four; y'all just some carbon-copies
Yeah

[Verse 2: Quadeca (as 6ix9ine)]
Bitch, you stupid! Bitch, it's Treyway! What you doin'?
Move it! Shoot you till your body stop movin'!
Scum Gang! Let my nuts hang let that drum bang!
Let the bullets fly like this a motherfuckin' gun range!