Speaker

Shut your stupid ass up, nigga
Ten bucks on a wack hat, ten more for a t-shirt
Two tens for them mom jeans and three more for them sneakers
Everybody got a soul mate, but with that nose you won't meet her
Workin' out won't work out when I blow out your speaker (yeah)
Speaker, (what?) speaker, (what?) Three K for a speaker? (what?)
A better use for those three bands are to buy homies you can feature
Not a single person wants you
(Bitch), homie you ain't a keeper (bitch)
Take a look at this little bitch, like my ex-girl I'ma leave her
Say you wanna throw hands with me but they lookin' hella crusty
The homies only used you for your
Crib, but now this bitch don't trust me

Only liked you for your puppy, hot tub, and your money
Paid your crush to lead you on,
But she said "no, you're musty" (bitch)
Say you wanna train to kill, your life's gone down hill
This bitch lazy as fuck, good luck tryna pay bills
And the dick on your driveway, that shit hella funny
Wonder why no one likes you? Come on bitch, you're ugly

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes (bitch)
I put my dick up in your crush's
Breasts, breasts, breasts, breasts, (tits)
You a little bitch, you is depressed, 'pressed, 'pressed, uh
How you gonna let your momma dress, dress, dress, ya?
Your trainer won't do shit, that's another mic I'll fart on
Always lookin' at TJ and James Charles with a hard on
Hatin' on our cousins? Nah, Jaybo's got the worst one
Check the fuckin' cameras bitch, I'm cumming on your doorknob

Ten bucks on a wack hat, ten more for a t-shirt
Two tens for them mom jeans and three more for them sneakers
Everybody got a soul mate, but with that nose you won't meet her
Workin' out won't work out when I blow out your speaker (yeah)
Speaker, (what?) when it comes to girls you don't speak, ay
Saw a girl, she a freak, ay, left you delivered for a week, ay
Sent a pic holding your bulge and then she felt really bad, ay
Sent a fake sticker back, ay, then you got really sad, ay
Then you got really mad, said you wanna kill your dad
Messed up just a tad, when you left we were glad (uh)
You threatened to shoot me
(A lot) simped so hard that you worked out your booty (a lot)
Boy, you is fruity
Always complaining you ain't getting coochie (a lot)

Fight me again, lil' bitch, I never thought you a friend, lil' bitch
Losing your friends like you're losing
Your fights, over and over again, lil' bitch
This is the end, lil' bitch
You know you'll never have friends, lil' bitch
Annoying and hideous fat piece of shit
With the end of this line I ascend, lil' bitch
Tiny dick, shrimp-man
Thinkin' he a big man, hands like scales you a fish-man (ay)
Waist kinda thick, man
Call him "Slick-thick", man, never gonna be first pick, man (huh)
Lines kinda quick, man, beat by a stick
You ain't never gonna have a bigger dick, man (yuh)
Makin' fun of little people just to get a kick
Man, you a little kid that's sick man (bitch)

Ten bucks on a wack hat, ten more for a t-shirt
Two tens for them mom jeans and three more for them sneakers
Everybody got a soul mate, but with that nose you won't meet her
Workin' out won't work out when I blow out your speaker (yeah)
Ten bucks on a wack hat, ten more for a t-shirt
Two tens for them mom jeans and three more for them sneakers
Everybody got a soul mate, but with that nose you won't meet her
Workin' out won't work out when I blow out your speaker (yeah)

Bitch, you look like the fuckin' toucan
From the fuckin' Froot Loops commercial
You're the black Peter Griffin, man
Whoa, you got me there