Why there always fuckboys outside of my house?
Fuckboys get outta my house. Get out now.
Yeah. You’re not allowed in my house
and I don’t wanna see you around, around town.

You think we’re in the same lane of traffic. We’re not.
And you say that you spit that magma. You’re not hot.
I know I can always count on you. Yes, you when I don’t need a friend.
And you know that I know that you know I don’t fuck with you and I don’t follow your trend.
You’re all full of shit like a sewer tunnel.
And you’re so one-dimensional, y our ass went through a funnel.
I don’t chase my dreams. I out run ‘em.
And I’m not just in your weeks. I fuck em up bruh.

Fuckboys killing me. They on the swarm.
Fuckboys still ain’t me. They think they are?

I always hear fuckboys talking about their little squad.
Thinking they hard when they’re sipping the malt.
They sound 10 years old when they’re rapping their bars.
In 10 years, they’re still stuck rapping at bars.
I’m in the stratosphere, status fatter than Mars.
Hey batter, batter you’re up. You better swing for the stars
cause after this chatter, cheddar better back up your art.
I fuck the competition. Your back is arched
and your career is parched, you’re cornier than starch.
I got 3 corneas and they all see you’re false.
As far as stories go, mine is about to start.
Your life’s a theater act but you can’t play your part
so you get no call back.
Go to your room. You get no hall pass.
And when I step up, fuckboys fall back.
I don’t mess up, fuckboys crawl back.

I never needed your approval or wanted your acceptance.
Back the fuck up, fuck brethren.
Everything you say is shit you need a fucking breath mint.
Kids like you don’t deserve confidence.
But you sir gotta fit in with all of you serpents, running your silly circus,
fibbing and flipping birds and singing your little curses.
I’m serious, you suck, and serve no purpose.
I used up the fucks that I had to give.
Subtract fuckboys like an abacus.
Fun fact you’re pretty wack on average.
Now go and run along, yeah yeah, attakid.
Introvert Party is the catalyst.
That’s pretty far from cattle shit.
Gandhi-looking guy but no pacifist.
I’ve earned my turn to burn battleships. Who would’ve known?