(bamboozled bitch) I feel like I been bamboozled bitch Got lil bro in the splif Smoked up opp Come take a whiff Smell that Logan Paul, Jake Paul late bomb They gone Fuck they songs 6ix9ine big time Start the fucking grind Day 1 Day 9 They fell off Not me tho God help me bro Not them though In the bedroom with the lights low Told bae it's my first time Can we take it slow Can't say fuck no I prefer to fuck your bro No not him he a hoe (he a hoe) That's you screaming Stop the fucking dreaming Balling out all season We ain't stopping now I don't care about your fucking feelings Make his ass touch the motherfucking floor This ceiling ain't made for no hoe (no) Down to hell you go No excuses I'm the only motherfucker that ain't low I'm higher than the fucking ceiling Instagram don't give a fuck about your feelings Even if you lower than me There's a wide range of feelings Can't let the money change you Money ain't the brains of you Now back to 6ix9ine He got no fucking prime Just a bigger ego Big racist The n-word on the tip of his tongue Rainbow colour hair like a fucking idiot All the Mexican claims Everybody sick of hearing them 6ix9ine always quick to act to hate He ain't made a song in weeks, months He got no fucking top hits Ain't no one fuck with him since 2016 Had a big dream Only thing to stay big was his haters