I beat a bitch outside the sushi spot, lookin' for the octopus Posted up on Craigslist like we got a lotta puss Sellin’ box up out the back, sorta like a U-Haul Fuckin' corny bitch, drag her ass like RuPaul And I mean it literally, you hoes ain't shit to me If he cheat then I’ma do him just like Misery I'm the pretty Kathy Bates, I watch him masturbate He be tweakin', touchin' on me like this shit is fate And I need the fuckin' brain before you try to book me I remember school, it's just like used to playin' hooky When I saw him up in person, that shit fuckin' shook me You don’t even know the fuckin’ spots my vato took me Took me to the smoke shop, to the shakiez To the studio with TK and Miss Chasey Everybody greets me, yeah, they know I'm goated (And I’m fucking—) And I'm pretty even when I'm fuckin' bloated Thirty-eight, I towed it, even when I’m sleepy I'm 'bout to link up Freakalicious, yeah, the 3P And I'm out the law, so I pulled up with the Petey And I got the grandma to my heart, right on my chi-chi I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo I'm here, like: Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus Boom, boom, boom, now you Rufus, now you dufus You better watch out, 'cause I'm drivin' drunky (drunky) Play that beat again, ooh, that shit is funky (funky) Look up to the rain, you know I keep it in the trunky (trunky) Feeling like myself again since I linked up with Yvnccy (Yvnccy) Fuck that, he's my Yvnccers, eating Dunkers We be seshin' out, we jumpin' doin' numbers Linked up in the Summer, waitin' for the Fall When you're on the road, I swear that I'ma go and trope Bang my head against the wall, snapping, clapping like I'm Bobby Making horny two, I'm locked in with the dobies I'ma get some plaques, baby, I'ma make a movie I ain't felt this damn inspired since I got out juvie Make the fans say: Ooh-wee, the fuckin' bitch back I swear I'll shoot the concert if I hear a diss track Bitch won't get a diss back, just some face track And I don't mean his when I say that the click-clack Woo-ooh