Find me, I'm tired of you fxcks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding
Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fxcking tiring
Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting
Pus3y boy, you can fxcking
Find me, find me
You can fxcking find me, find me
I can fxcking find me, find me
You can fxcking find me, find me
Knock your fxcking head, off your shoulders, pus3y leave you slumped out
Used to give a fxck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now
Play with pus3y like it's tamagotchi, I'mma bust now
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story
I sauce you up, make it gory
They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo
Running yo' sh!t, like I'm Deebo
B!tch I'm a punk, I am not no hero
Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo

I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherfxckers, is you down with the sickness
Groupie b!tches, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition
You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic
Part amystic, pus3y boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't fxck with religion