Konichiwa fumi, hai
Game over
Bitch baby, ugh
Pull up on yo bitch, and we make a movie (okay, yuh)
Tell her to send me a call, wait okay I lied
Piled up on my line, baby take a sign
I'm not takin' time, you were just a side
Now I'm cuttin' ties
Steal your shit, like a pirate
I'm on my Martin Scorsese I'm crazy
Got free wifi on my phone, bitch I'm lazy
Peter Piper, I hit her regardless
I send yo', bitch a, text and she callin' me papi
She Call me (Onee-Chan)
I ain't no money, I ain't got no class (what?)
Giving me this attitude, just shut the fuck up with your sass (with the sass)
My wallet be emptier than a fucking lays bag
Stop relying on me because I ain't your fucking dad (I ain't your dad)
I ain't your dad, the way you ask for approval
I been dodging messages, where did they go I just removed them (huh?)
Just removed that fucking ping, it was annoying, hear you sing like (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Okay like, pussies talkin' shit, and I'm splittin' em like a wishbone
Bitches talkin' shit and they hittin' me on my trapphone
How the fuck you know my name, I don't hang wit' you
Ramsey chop chop blade, I cut lames off
Evil bitches they got fangs, that run fades wit' you
Tongue is covered in propane, I set flames off
Yeah I cash in my stimulus for a hundred dollar flesh-light
You can mind your business, don't ask me about my sex-life
She call me (Daddy)
(Ahem)
Wait uh, did you ask for me (No)
Well that's too bad for you
And I think you're just too bad for me (Like really)
You're terrible, I won't sugar coat it
You're just not satisfying, not flexible like me (me)
B-B-Be careful stepping up to me
I'm prolly taller than you, by like six feet
You're a little ant to me, magnifying glass
Bring you to a crispy chip, then I eat you
Off the concrete (haha)
I'm kidding, that's nasty (ew)