[Verse 1] Young Jeff Hardy, Swanton Bombing I’m comin' down like Owen Hart but I ain’t fucking fallin' I’d rather fall in style, so you may call it fly But I don’t like to use these words other people like I’d rather that you hate me, your girl she want to rape me She say that I’m the best but I ain’t really into labels Voted in school number one most hated Voted in life most likely to fuckin' make it so I made it bitch Now take it, don’t fake it, I know you fuckin' like it 18 livin' life how I motherfuckin' wanna Y'all sittin' at your moms wishing you could get out Can’t relate, left the house when I turned 16, fuck you talkin' bout Fresh up out the slaughterhouse, fire-young dragon mouth Jean jacket, shredded pants, Casey Jones in the house The heat in the drought, the breeze in the night The weed in the blunt and the flame to make it light Breakin' these necks and I’m gettin' respect Cuttin' these bitches like cuttin' these checks And I’m fuckin' these beats like I’m fuckin' my bitch And I’m fuckin' my bitch like I’m bustin' my clip Like ‘Bang, bang’ and reload it, I cock back then I shoot it [?] till I O.D or some shit real stupid It’s like these females think I’m Cupid, they always actin' goofy Bitch I don’t fuckin' like you therefore I don’t want to do it Ho I pull up in that Prowler, blunt lit loud up In the backseat, rollin' bo’s up, my graveyard too piled up They tell me stop smokin', but I don’t give a fuck Throw a middle finger up, fuck you and your fuckin' God Bitch I pray to myself, I am the most highest These rappers they say they smokin' but we know they fucking lying They just trying to appeal to the kids, well bitch I am one Hot Sauce flow, breakin' ankles like And-1 Kidnap the beat, leave a note for ransom Young Heartbreak Kid, bitch your mom think I’m handsome