Let's go, baby They still trynna act like it's not our year Right? (Yeah) DTG, let's go Ayo, lookin' from the outside I would hate to be me An ugly skinny motherfucker that has ADHD How do I'll make 'em agree that I'm the greatest MC Put a pistol inside their mouth and tell 'em "Play a CD" Girls don't really like me, I'm too much of an asshole That's okay with me (Why?) 'Cause it's too much of a hassle, oh My shits hotter than fuckin' chuggin' a jug of tabasco Then dumpin' gasoline on yourself and touchin' a candle I love when my girlfriend lets me hit from behind I close my eyes, and picture a different chic everytime (Who the fuck is Mia Khalifa?) Umm, bitch, nevermind Then I nodded on her back, and watch her drift down the spine I was putted on this earth to annoy people and raise hell I listen to Lil Pump so I can get rid of brain cells I wanna be a rapper when I'll grow up 'cause it pays well Now I'm 27, eatin' steel crackers and egg shells Ai, now come along and just Put your hands up in the air if you as fucked as us (If you're as fucked as us) Now close them into a fists But keep that one finger up like the other one don't exist (It don't exist) Then point it into direction of anybody who has ever treated you with rejection And tell 'em all "Fuck you" Just like Jay-Z song I got 99 problems but the bitch ain't one Hit me That's right You don't wanna front on us We'll catch you at the bus stop and have to fuck you up So stay the fuck out of our way And you might be okay Big Merk and DTG don't play I just carved this verse with a rusty razor You wouldn't want to get Merk pissed when he's chuggin' yager I need a council or a therapist now for the sudden anger The cops told me "Put your clothes back on" with a bunch of haters I'm a nudist, drinkin' booze on a cruise ship hoola hoopin' Sniffin' glue and chewin' shrums till my pupils as huge as tulips With a doofus smokin' shatter the same color as mucus My fans are perverts, I got the same viewership as ugees But when I'm drinkin' wiskey that shit turn me to a prick I'm so fly so when I'm rhyme I feel a turbulence and shit Uuh, a psychopathic that's rockin' designer fashion Ignite the track with a pine of gas and fuckin' light the matches Don't make me to put my hands on these rappers like chiropractic 'Cause they ain't like that in real-life like gettin' catfished I'll put you in the hospital for thinkin' you sick I spit that shit right off the the dome like Lil Windex's wig It's big Merk Ai, now come along and just Put your hands up in the air if you as fucked as us (If you're as fucked as us) Now close them into a fists But keep that one finger up like the other one don't exist (It don't exist) Then point it into direction of anybody who has ever treated you with rejection And tell 'em all "Fuck you" Just like Jay-Z song I got 99 problems but the bitch ain't one Hit me That's right You don't wanna front on us We'll catch you at the bus stop and have to fuck you up So stay the fuck out of our way And you might be okay Big Merk and DTG don't play