K-K-Kato on the track

Brown boy boppin' and that s**t goin' crazy

You can't understand it, you looking really pasty

Came from the South side, dark and I'm desi

I don't give a f*ck about nothing but bakery

Brown boy boppin' and that s**t goin'-

Never seen a brown motherfucker double-dip like this

Sang all summer just to spit like this, and my b***h so fine

She could split my zip

Yeah, I'ma be rich, god-like flow, but the mindset 666

Doin' big things for the pigment s**t

And it's all just the tip-tip-tip

I'm bigger than that-

I could steal your bitch, I can do that in three languages

I can keep it lit, baby, I am an angler fish

I got exotic dishes, you eating sandwiches

She downloaded me on my Wi-Fi to save on her bandwidth (Bitch, please)

Look at my history, moving around likе modern day Gypsy

Pardon my French

Fuck all thesе company fiends, I done countered them hoes like Mikiri

I done sat around round tables with these clowns

Yeah, maybe later they'll miss me

Shadow-banned like the Taliban, gym class ain't pick me, so what?

No team with me, hold up

Brown boy boppin' and that s**t goin' crazy

You can't understand it, you looking really pasty

Came from the South side, dark and I'm desi

I don't give a f*ck about nothing but bakery

Uhhh... f*ck am I doing here?

Who the hell let you and you in here?

I can't even tie my shoe in here... f*ck it, I'm leavin'

Shoutout my family that live out in Cleveland

Could die from the 'betes, should watch what I'm eatin'

My new girl is dandy, she f*ck out of freedom

I will come in handy, just cc the semen

Okay, why you still hatin', man?

It's a new day, you gon' have to pay the bands, need a soufflé

Call me Alligator Man

I do not play- well, I'll f*ck up some Call of Duty

Had the Pokémon Game Boy Advance with Ruby

Had the Spellcaster Deck, call me Yami Yugi

Put a little respect on my name

I'm truly better than all these niggas you listen to

I do not want to do interviews

I'll tell a shorty that I am recordin'

When I am just simply not in the mood

Blue the Great Jordans, my nigga, you snortin'

If you think that our s**t identical, you are not fuckin' with me

I just went Chuck with the Norris

And ignored the chorus to f*ck up the beat

Brown boy boppin' and that s**t goin' crazy

You can't understand it, you looking really pasty

Came from the South side, dark and I'm desi

I don't give a f*ck about nothing but bakery