[Verse 1] Yeah, okay so this is for the white girls who ain't heard me And for the blogs who label me as nerdy Tryna keep me down but yo don't worry I got all the answers like my nickname scurry Steven Hawking test me, ain't no one can best me I just kill everything, hey someone should arrest me They try to Kanye West me and I don't care who assest me I don't ever let a nigga circle bubble lotter check me Tell the pretty chick in the dress Oh Ayyee Rascal ass niggas on the scene Otay Niggas dont want it with my clique, No way If they want to get hit that shit, Okay
[Hook x2] Pretty ass girls in the back say hey Skinny ass niggas playing games say hey They gon' talk talk but it ain't gon' change Super duper Kyle stay a okay
[Verse 2] So um so, me and my team and shit We're really fucking real right? Flows so cold, I could make a stove chill right? My nigga it's the rapper, ill adapter, more like your new favorite rapper McDonald's wrappers, is making illing slappers Swaggy ass tee, pulling out my jeans Like they ain't dweebs, scream these niggas don't mean nuthin They could go to hell if that's really how they feel Sorry if you think I'm fake, I just keep it real Real, Real yeah I could do that You're a fucking liar, nigga true that, true that You ain't got no heart, I could see it in your face To these guys in my lane, get the fuck out my way They ain't got no say so Saving up them pesos, can't carry their weight And I ain't trying to be their cane though Sick of being doubted, sick of being hated So I'm just gonna kill it 'till I'm sick of being famous