Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Yeah John Toole he lookin' like a rat
Head so big he can't wear no hat
He runnin' down the block cause he causin' an earthquake
How I go chuggin' those milkshakes
Gotta put a shirt on, it's kinda blinding
Toole in the mix so you know he grindin'
Tate lookin' like a whole snack
But his pp lookin' like a tic tac
His name Grayden, he's a ginger
He be lookin' like an uncooked chicken tender
Bruh, you lookin' pale
You lookin' like a snail
You should go and bow down
And just say Hail
You should go ahead and bale
Cause you're rhymes lookin' stale
Yeah I'm back on the track
You know I ain't finished
Runnin' through your block
And they call me a menace
Yeah MA's good
Only at tennis
Whit Daddy got some unfinished business
My name is Jackson, I'm here to say
Grayden is lookin' pretty gay
I'm not here to say, so to all have a good day
Yeah they call me goated
Uh, lyrics yes I wrote em'
Uh, yeah I'm wet like water
Uh, Michael Jordan floatin'
Uh, runnin' all these bands
Uh, only got eight fans
Uh, my mom doesn't know
Please don't tell her bro
Lil Tic Tac all up on this track
You better hop off
Cause your rhymes are wack
Oh no, now he's here
Don't put the AK out up in here
Ooh, ah