Yeah, yeah

I just made it on double-XL flow's so dirty
I'm bathin' in a tub of Purell
I'm independent while your label leave you up
On the shelf like a elf
I'm winnin', you got an abundance of Ls
That's tragic
Already know that I'm fantastic
If you don't, you must live under a rock
Just like you Patrick (ill Will Beats)
But I'm a fuckin' star
So we got just a teensy problem
Your album flopped like a fish
Only sold in Bikini Bottom
When I'm cookin' up these beats
Turn the studio Benihana's
I'm developin' a stutter I got
Way too many commas
Commas go kamikaze from products
I wanna copy: I see two then see four
Y'all just some carbon-copies yeah

Bitch, you stupid! Bitch
It's Treyway! What you doin'?
Move it! Shoot you till
Your body stop movin'!
Scum Gang! Let my nuts hang
Let that drum bang!
Let the bullets fly like this
A motherfuckin' gun range!