[Intro: Zantreal]
Ayy
[Verse 1: Zantreal]
I must be a communist, I'm rushing to the paper
You a great pretender, you a fraud and a faker
Claim you out here balling like a Laker, you ain't getting buckets
I been on defense just like I'm Leonard, you ain't scoring nothing
Like we playing poker, I could tell that you be really bluffing
But all that fake shit gon' come with repercussions
Yea you gone get exposed
'Cause when it really count, just like some laundry, bet you fold
Life is not a game, you in yo' final fantasy
I been in the field standing right where Peyton Manning be
Send a couple shots at you, bullets like a Hail Mary
Inspired by movie killers, nigga it get real scary
Back out, I start to see red then I black out
MACs out, this get confidential like a frat house
Police asking questions now I'm mute just like my voice out
This shit get really deep up in the streets, don't got a choice now
They ain't know I was the goat, but now I'm spazzing now
I know I got some haters, they don't like how I be showing out (Santan in this bitch)
That's why I be with gang, you a leaf we pull them blowers out (Ayy, yeah)
You gone need a map up on this block so go to Dora house (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Ace_Santana02]
I beat my dick on Reddit, nigga I don't like porn (Ugh)
My college bitch she- (Damn, damn, ayy) (What the fuck?)
I beat my dick on Reddit, nigga I don't like porn (I don't like porn)
My college bitch keep begging, told her, "Baby I don't like dorms" (I don't like dorms)
Everything exotic, swear to god, nigga I hate norm's (Nigga I hate norm's)
Why the fuck you even step outside up in them fake Jordans? (Up in them fake Jordans)
Nigga you can't hit my weed, boy you can't afford it (You can't afford it)
Yo' bitch tryna fuck with me, but I keep ignoring (But I keep ignoring)
You can have that bitch back, 'cause she really boring (Really boring)
This a scat pack lil bitch, we don't like foreigns (We don't like foreigns)
Shooters up in Crystal Lake like I'm Jason (Like I'm Jason)
Nigga no you can't get baked with me, bitch I'm facing (Bitch I'm facing)
I fucked her twice so basically she think we dating (Think we dating)
Told that hoe I'm sliding last year and she still waiting (Still waiting)
Said that you was balling last year and you still waiting (Still waiting)
Every day I get it busting, nigga fuck a vacation (Ah)
You getting money, we are too, not no PlayStation
That's yo' honey, that's yo' boo? Yeah she really basic (Ugh)
But I'ma still let her top because I'm really toxic
And I'm just focused on guap if I'm just being honest (I do this shit)
And if you see me outside, I just hit a deposit
Why these niggas ain't outside, they hiding in the closet (Where they at though?)
Niggas capping, long nose like Pinocchio (Lying asshole)
My homie got his heart broke by a bitch, I told you so
You still broke, go chase a bag, I swear told you bro (Bag it)
She feeling on my chest, that bitch give me fellatio
Can't get up in this party, nigga check the ratio (Nope)
This bitch she tryna fuck, I'm not even on radio (Nope)
(Tryna fuck, I ain't even on radio and shit)
[Interlude: Your Stepdad]
Yeah
[Verse 3: Your Stepdad]
I'on need no helping hands, fuck I look like, Bob the Builder?
My name ain't Stepdad for no reason, I'm the momma killer
Once I make the cheddar, motivate her, then I got to get her
Chirping out his neck, we black 'em out, it's like Obama did it
Oou he got a daze coming
We traumatize him like his momma when them grades coming
Knock him out, see rainbows in his vision like the gaze coming
I could get a function over bussing, that's a rage coming
Bitch nigga behave (Ayy)
Anytime I pass a dime to brodie, feel like Rubio
I'm— (I told myself I wasn't gon' mess up)
Anytime I pass a dime to brodie, feel like Rubio
I'm not the guy to boast, but it's a fire in my studio
Am I the goofy nigga 'cause I caked up with a groupie ho'?
I think it's pretty cool 'cause I still ended up with booty bro (Uh, ayy)
I just started rapping, now the white women start fucking with me
Label said they fucking with my sound, but ain't do nothing with me
You got to be ready for them rounds 'cause foenem bumming with me
You got to be— (Let me switch it up, ayy)
Catch my angles right 'cause I'on really fuck with photos
Why this nigga hating on my fashion, is he homo?
I just took some shroomies on my dolo, that shit hit the soul, oh
Drop a fucking banger with no promo, money on the slow mo'
Got up with my cholos and Latinos, aiming at yo' dome, oh
Maybe I'm a genius 'cause I'm low key, high key going—
[Outro: Your Stepdad]
Yeah, going loco, ha ha ha
