I beat a bitch outside the sushi spot, lookin' for the octopus
Posted up on Craigslist like we got a lotta puss
Sellin’ box up out the back, sorta like a U-Haul
Fuckin' corny bitch, drag her ass like RuPaul
And I mean it literally, you hoes ain't shit to me
If he cheat then I’ma do him just like Misery
I'm the pretty Kathy Bates, I watch him masturbate
He be tweakin', touchin' on me like this shit is fate
And I need the fuckin' brain before you try to book me
I remember school, it's just like used to playin' hooky
When I saw him up in person, that shit fuckin' shook me
You don’t even know the fuckin’ spots my vato took me
Took me to the smoke shop, to the shakiez
To the studio with TK and Miss Chasey
Everybody greets me, yeah, they know I'm goated
(And I’m fucking—) And I'm pretty even when I'm fuckin' bloated
Thirty-eight, I towed it, even when I’m sleepy
I'm 'bout to link up Freakalicious, yeah, the 3P
And I'm out the law, so I pulled up with the Petey
And I got the grandma to my heart, right on my chi-chi

I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus
Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus
Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus
Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus

You better watch out, 'cause I'm drivin' drunky (drunky)
Play that beat again, ooh, that shit is funky (funky)
Look up to the rain, you know I keep it in the trunky (trunky)
Feeling like myself again since I linked up with Yvnccy (Yvnccy)
Fuck that, he's my Yvnccers, eating Dunkers
We be seshin' out, we jumpin' doin' numbers
Linked up in the Summer, waitin' for the Fall
When you're on the road, I swear that I'ma go and trope
Bang my head against the wall, snapping, clapping like I'm Bobby
Making horny two, I'm locked in with the dobies
I'ma get some plaques, baby, I'ma make a movie
I ain't felt this damn inspired since I got out juvie
Make the fans say: Ooh-wee, the fuckin' bitch back
I swear I'll shoot the concert if I hear a diss track
Bitch won't get a diss back, just some face track
And I don't mean his when I say that the click-clack

Woo-ooh