Fuck you, your formula, and your dumb bitch of a daughter, Krabs (Gang) Young enough to die and I'm rich enough to fuck Yeah, came from the bottom, baby, I'm not getting stuck We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo Yeah, cooking King Krab on the stove with the formula Whippin' Lamborghini in Bikini tryna run it up Sippin' on that leany while I'm leanin' out the passenger Poppin' up on Krabs like paparazzi, I'ma snap him up It's like it's Biggie vs. Tupac, yeah It's no biggie, I smoke two packs up My shit is cold, it's a new track, brrrr I own the city and they knew that I'm eating burgers made of light, yeah This my buzz and this my lightyear (My lightyear) Fuck this bitch up with my Woody I'm the kid just like I'm Cudi Mr. Krabs, you know I'm right here My bitch don't rag, she a P.C. (She a PC) I got the Mac, I press delete (Delete) I press the trigger at a Krab Man, I'm itchin' for that cash Like I had an STD You not a crab, you a rat boy Talkin' to police, huh? Fat boy I catch him when he lacking out in traffic Yeah, my choppa automatic, so you know it's gonna clap, boy I got pearls on my neck, I'm at the Chum Bucket I got Pearl givin' neck 'cause she a cum bucket You already sucked this dick, bitch, you can't unsuck it Your dad a Krab and I'm a demon, he should run from me Young enough to die and I'm rich enough to fuck Yeah, came from the bottom, baby, I'm not getting stuck We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo We sip lean by the liter like: Ooh-woowoo-woo Yeah, cooking King Krab on the stove with the formula Whippin' Lamborghini in Bikini tryna run it up Sippin' on that leany while I'm leanin' out the passenger Poppin' up on Krabs like paparazzi, I'ma snap him up