Ha-ha! World cup, world cup

Uh-huh

Oh, let's go

Uh-huh, hey

Encara Messi, encara Messi

Hey, huh

Hey, now you people ain't ready

I'm scoring every shot like a Messi

I only got one shot left for the steady

Shoot it bottom right and watch your legs turn to jelly

Yeah, they keep on looking like a ballerina

Lawrence loves the wrong way, ha ha, see ya

Lawrence Constance looking like the Lucille Arena

And a drop of song streaming, Vamos Argentina

No entiendo lo que digo

Porque sabes que solamente eres un hijo

De puta, tu hermana eres una bruja

Y tu madre absoluta

Mente, she's getting hot caliente

But I stay cold listening to what your friends say

I'm dropping hit, after hit, after hit, after hit

Go against me, muy valiente

I'ma keep on dropping shit 'til I'm like 40 like Pepe

Fuck it 'til I'm 80 like Pele

Fuck it 'til I'm dead like France

Ha-ha, you lost the World Cup

Yeah, that must have been a hard day

It must have been a rough one, sticky one

In front is top two, but I'm not number one

Every time I drop a banger, there's another one

Coming at the back of me 'cause I'm never done

Hey, and I'm switching up the flow

And I got all these damsels around my neck, they froze

And I'm winning all these World Cup trophies, they pose

Messi still be fucking shit up when he's old

And I got all of these bitches around my bed, they host

And these hoes got vaginas, though they ain't got balls

Hey, I'm looking at the French forward, Mbappe

How could I be homophobic? I'm gay

Ha, okay, I just lied, but I didn't really be biased

So, I'm still that guy for the record

I am not transphobic, squash that rumor

Fuck JK running that bitch is just Luna

Fuck James Charles, he's a grown man

Fuck King Charles, he's a grown man

Fuck all the monarchy

Honestly, shout out to Harry though

Shout out to Harry Kane too, we still proud of you

Hey, you run the game, but this shit I be flying through

Learns what job you are banging

You know I'm reliable

One hundred million shins, and that shit's verifiable

Anything I can do, I see you trying to

Why do it better? It's just undeniable

23,000 people want my vinyl

Still put the ball top right like I'm Lionel

Still score every shot that I take, 'cause I'm blessy

Carrying the team in my bag, feeling heavy

My shots don't miss like I'm in the military

Encara Messi on the fucking commentary

World cup win, pop confetti

People trying to call it fucking rigged, kind of petty

Still dropping new shit, and you're not gonna be ready

Still banging fucking top right Lionel Messi