It's that marble motherfuckin' daughter's rockin' star Go and pour the sauce they taught her, bitch, it's barbeque Bitch, I be that breadcrumb-covered motherfucker Bitch, I'm fuckin' southern fried Lyin' to all you lookalikes just to further you from the truth Sippin' white wine, they're committing suicide Now I'm sippin' red wine in the booth And they're blowin' on the blunt Poppin' up, bein' slick, go poof, go coup On the beat steady, gettin' money like a tollbooth Now I'm just playin', bitch, I'm broke, slob, broke too Ridin' in that drop top with the whole crew Dope proof, white pearls, we're one, go poof Ride to the sun up, old trucks with the top up Yeti bitches still stutter, young Christ and I'm smokin' on butter Just another white creep with no respect Every day I hold my breath, tryna meet debt No check, no balance, and no debt No money, no cars, but I'm on flex See, you motherfuckers don't get That I could give a fuck about this rap shit Born with a dope flow and an accent 808s with the slap, got your back bent So here's a big fuck you to you motherfuckers Bunch of clones suicide, now I like the others So if you wanna meet the devil, shit, I got him And keep talkin', little bitch Let me get the keys to the Rolling Truck I'm the number one shot up