I ain't gonna lie, you got noodles on the top of your head But like, where the booze at? I'm tryna bet Like, who's tryna go meet they friend? Gagey, Gunn, Matt, Sam I'm not putting the bull through my hands Oh, she with that hipster, she tryna dance Like, how many times did I say? Six, what? Well, that's a fair God does put the law in his mans Maddie, Paul, both of them bad We ran through FIF, your bitch threw lice And then it, said it, that's just that Tell ya, bro, I been feeding again