Shut up, eat dirt, kick rocks
I wake up and do exactly what I want
Why you talking to me you not really punk
I don't got to fake it boy I really stunt
Glock on me yeah you should've worn a vest boy
If he try me I won't hit his chest boy
These rappers suck, boutta put them to the test boy
Step out my crib I'm in Rick Owens I'm blessed boy
Glock on me I extended the clip
Yeah it's getting real heavy got extended the hip
And I just cut off everybody not extending the clique
And nah I'm not your buddy, lil bro you a trick
I got death threats in my dm's all I do is laugh
Why these rappers stepping to me they all stink they need a bath
I been running up my numbers, I been running up my math
I got everyone addicted to me, feeling like I'm crack
And I'm still gone stick with Jesus yeah that's something I don't lack
If I hear you disrespect me boy you never coming back
I just stepped out with my tizzy, lil green and lil black
Yeah I step on competition and I'm stomping on they necks
Shut up, eat dirt, kick rocks
I wake up and do exactly what I want
Why you talking to me you not really punk
I don't got to fake it boy I really stunt
Glock on me yeah you should've worn a vest boy
If he try me I won't hit his chest boy
These rappers suck, boutta put them to the test boy
Step out my crib I'm in Rick Owens I'm blessed boy
Shut up, eat dirt, kick rocks
I wake up and do exactly what I want
Why you talking to me you not really punk
I don't got to fake it boy I really stunt