(Bunnii) Hola
I don't think I was finished on the previous track
Mhm, yeah
Mi nombre es Carlos Reid
And Cam and I, and Luke
and I 'bout to clock all you bitches real quick, okay?
(Don't fret, all these niggas want attention) Okay?
(Don't fret, all these niggas want attention) Okay?
(Don't fret, all these niggas want attention) Okay?
(Don't fret, all these niggas want attention) Okay?

Yuh, I went to the club and guess who I seen?
A mothafucking slut that's obessed with me
I told him "you should throw yourself off a balcony"
In turn that nigga tried to fight me
So I said "Dios mío, joder, muere"
Took a bottle to his head and said "Bow! Yo gané! "
All these standbys were " ¡Ay dios mío! "
And I just laugh 'cause that was my ex
And that nigga should die
He can eat dinner in the undergound, ah
Like Ariana, boy bye
And no I won't cry

Now onto the next crackhead that was stupid
Harry Potter lookin' ass thought he was faggot cupid
Used my heart as a monopoly board
Because he's rotten to the core
But what he doesn't know is that I'm the ace of spades
And what he doesn't know is
that I have like a DM full of men (Full of it)
And I don't need him (I don't)
So go and tell your friends (Tell 'em)
What you been doin' (What you do?)
Tell 'em

Clocking tea on a pedophile
No, not Drake or Diddy
We talkin' about
Don't touch me, nah
Get me out this closet
I wanna to go home and shit on your fake gravestone
But anyways lemme just say that I think
Marcus is a bitch and so is Julie Smith
Get cancelled, get fired
Her old ass should retire
I pray for all the Royall students
I know it must've been hard

Don't fret, niggas want attention
Because I'm the one that they missing
Disappear like Lego Dimensions
'Cause you'll never ever grab my attention
Don't fret, niggas want attention
Watching bitches throwin' hissy fits
I'm so care free like Nicki
'Cause you'll never ever grab my attention

I pray to God that all hungry mouths get fed
I pray to God that all the opps end up dead
I might run up on him and shoot with Glock
'Cause if Bunnii on the track
Then you know shit 'bout to slap like Will
I'm going for the kill
I got Carlos, now where is my Cruella De Vil?

I think that I'm done here
Now let's move on
Because apparently, I'm the mothafucking monster
I mean
I roll these bitches up like Zah
And smoke on my ex
Smoke on that pack like cigarettes
Even though I quit on niggas like cigarettes
I told y'all that already
Already
Already
Already