text: Posted with that pump 
  Relay with that pump 
  Posted with that pump 
  Relay with that pump 
  Revenge on my body, mhm 
  She want meet my shawty, mhm 
  Revenge on my body, mhm 
  Oh my god, Ronny 
  Dick gon hurt her stomach , she gon need a Tums 
  Plummeted from the solar , put me on your gums 
  You can still get jacked like cactus 
  Theres quarterneck stars on my necklace 
  I be on my South Park shit, smokin the cat piss 
  Rest in peace, X, thats vro, and we dont forget shit 
  That mean I shoot backwards, backwards 
  That mean I shoot backwards 
  Motherfucker I be blackin out, be matchin out
  The color of my whips so beat, be blackin out
  A bundle to my money aint really perpetual
  These niggas got no spine , we call em a vegetable 
  Your bitch call me tic-tac-toe, she get the X and Os 
  Hugs and kisses for when I tow my little boat 
  Look at the top of my head, horns grown, goat
  Bill Nye the Science Guy, Fendi white lab coat 
  Im a nicotine soldier, say, Drinkin cyanide 
  Finger fuckin my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover 
  Bent the world over, Im ready to die tonight 
  Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder 
  Carbonated water
  Nigga been poppin like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October
  Wonder what he told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder
  That mean I shoot backwards , backwards 
  That mean I shoot backwards 
  Slit the  on a bitch, had to slaughter 
  Pussy makin sounds like a otter tail in water
  Why you try to hit me? Like I was a driver
  Lucky things on me, nigga, learned to play Frogger
  Yes I try to lick her, Ima egg nog her
  Try to kick it with her, Messi, no soccer
  Spongebob pet, Gary, Im a slimy motherfucker
  Lookin for a Fairly Odd mother, like my name Crocker
  Green Goblin, no, the Grinch, stealin out the stockings
  Hotter than some chicken grease, the pots stove, made from Crocker
  Oh, the teeny bop, pull-up like a diaper on a toddler 
  Hit strong like a linebacker, Brian Urlacher 
  Uh, wizard, Harry Potter 
  Im very conspicuous , maybe its because that Im the type to be a martyr 
  Death before dishonor , keep the blade on me
  Im the type to give the heebie-jeebies to the Holy Father 
  Like Davey Jones locker , wrist wetter than a fuckin flounder
  Can you pretty please pass me the tartar?
  Wheres authenticity, need to have order 
  Niggas finessin the swag, bag, yeah, you bought it 
  That mean I shoot backwards , backwards 
  That mean I shoot backwards 
  Im a nicotine soldier, say, Drinkin cyanide
  Finger fuckin my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover
  Bent the world over, Im ready to die tonight
  Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder
  Carbonated water
  Nigga been poppin like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October
  Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder
  Money my odor, sunsets, manifest
  Must be something in the fucking Florida water
  That mean I shoot backwards, backwards
  That mean I shoot backwards
  Race, race-race