Fuck you, your formula, and your dumb bitch of a daughter, Krabs (Gang)

Young enough to die and I'm rich enough to fuck
Yeah, came from the bottom, baby, I'm not getting stuck
We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo
We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo
Yeah, cooking King Krab on the stove with the formula
Whippin' Lamborghini in Bikini tryna run it up
Sippin' on that leany while I'm leanin' out the passenger
Poppin' up on Krabs like paparazzi, I'ma snap him up

It's like it's Biggie vs. Tupac, yeah
It's no biggie, I smoke two packs up
My shit is cold, it's a new track, brrrr
I own the city and they knew that
I'm eating burgers made of light, yeah
This my buzz and this my lightyear (My lightyear)
Fuck this bitch up with my Woody
I'm the kid just like I'm Cudi
Mr. Krabs, you know I'm right here
My bitch don't rag, she a P.C. (She a PC)
I got the Mac, I press delete (Delete)
I press the trigger at a Krab
Man, I'm itchin' for that cash
Like I had an STD
You not a crab, you a rat boy
Talkin' to police, huh? Fat boy
I catch him when he lacking out in traffic
Yeah, my choppa automatic, so you know it's gonna clap, boy
I got pearls on my neck, I'm at the Chum Bucket
I got Pearl givin' neck 'cause she a cum bucket
You already sucked this dick, bitch, you can't unsuck it
Your dad a Krab and I'm a demon, he should run from me

Young enough to die and I'm rich enough to fuck
Yeah, came from the bottom, baby, I'm not getting stuck
We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo
We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo
Yeah, cooking King Krab on the stove with the formula
Whippin' Lamborghini in Bikini tryna run it up
Sippin' on that leany while I'm leanin' out the passenger
Poppin' up on Krabs like paparazzi, I'ma snap him up