(Oh, man, I lost my intro
Goddammit, shouts out Bourgeois Boys, shouts out Jaydar
Man, fuck it
This song's called "Rootbeer", if you don't like it, fuck you)
BARS
(You talking about that hoe over there? Pfft, she don't know
We got the best of that, sitting sideways
Shouts out Baphomet and rootbeer)

Sitting sideways
Catching hate like it's Sunday
High as fuck on the runway
Vandalizing these churches while I'm
Sacrificing these virgins, I been
Far out like I'm Pluto
Bascetti with prosciutto
White girl, grey eyes,
I call that bitch my blue-nose
Skinny with them cute toes
Puffing tough on that Who Knows
Clearing up my cottonmouth,
I give that pussy kudos
Fuck a starving artist, bae,
I'm getting paid regardless
Seats softer than her hair and
Wood darker than her heart is
Drinking that single barrel,
Spilling on my apparel,
99 East and baby wiling like she feral
Cleaner than a sterile
Needle full of hero-
-in, I'm fucking winning
Bitch is going for the marrow
Fucking with a Seventh Day Adventist out in Venice
I'm a menace,
But intelligent
You can tell by the penmanship,
We don't give a damn if a bitch won't let us
It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys
It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys

(Bourgeois Boys, hashtag that
Whatchu think?
We got the best of that
Yah bitch, I got the best of that
Chocolate pudding?
Believe I got the best of that
Fuck you, hoe, I got the best of that)

Catching hate like it's Sunday
High as fuck on the runway