[Verse 1]
Walk around, blick in hand
We sick you out, then your mans'
We fuck it up, we fuck it up
We fuck it up, we fuck it up
We fuck it up, we fuck it up
We fuck it up, we fuck it up
This that Home Alone shit, like I'm Macaulay Culkin
'Cause I'll bust your door in, don't care if it's snowin'
I know how to move, don't know how to move
Bitches think it's sweet, but they don't know me
Get back up on the phone, and tell them pick it up
You lucky we left you leaky, we saw that your stick was up
Bro, you ain't no Taliban you fuckin' bitch, just give it up
Dancin' on your grave, smoke a J, just to dig it up
We could fucked your bitch, we just chose not too
I would've facetimed while she suck my dick
While sayin' fuck you (fuck you) (ugly fuck)
[Verse 2]
(We not done yet, bitch)
You still on my page lookin'
I could buy your bitch a Birkin'
And leave you when it's worth it
That bitch know how to work it
If you start the beef, then I'll end this shit
And if you respond, no one's listenin'
Diamonds on my teeth, bitch, they glistenin'
And, when I fuck your bitch, will you listen then?
First mission, I'll make it clear, make sure that you clean your ear
Deleted all your fuckin' music, 'cause you knew no one would hear it
(Dude, 'cause that shit's trash)
On my Home Alone shit
I'm Macaulay Culkin
I will kick your door in, 'cause I'm Macaulay Culkin