But they ain't knowin' no

What you talkin' bout you fumblin' game out your mouth

Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route

Cause cream ain't to be fucked with and that's the truth this gamology

Better soak it up and be a hundred proof

Cause you can't be the shit slangin' woof tickets

You better buy you some stick with it cause game is unlimited

Flippin' shit rippin' shit

Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild

But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do

But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through

Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'

Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'

I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled

Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal

Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick

Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip

Surrender to my will, submit to my game

My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank

Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no

That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes

Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit

Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip

Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn

Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals

Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am

And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious

Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut

Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain

I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make

My daughter