Smack Talk

Intro

Yeah

What the fork is up

Whole room going buck-wild

What the duck

Verse 1

Big bass bad mood son of a biscuit

Talk slick get hit with a shut-your-ship quick

I'm a bad mother-trucker with a mouth full of static

Ducking these flippers whole lifestyle dramatic

You little batch better back that bass up

Walk in the club like who messed the place up

Pre-Chorus

Holy ship I'm lit no candle

Whole squad nasty too hot to handle

You're a dumb bass clown with a cheap gold chain

Talking all that bull-shirt stay out my lane

Chorus

I'm on my bull-ship bull-ship bull-ship tonight

Everybody talking smack I'm like fork your advice

You can kiss my glass you can suck my luck

I don't give a flying flamingo what the duck

Post-Chorus

Duck you

Duck me

Duck everybody in VIP

Verse 2

What the funk who invited this witch

Acting real bougie but you smell kinda rich

Son of a beach I'm mean with the flow

Got the whole dang room screaming mother of snow

Duck this duck that duck everybody

Shake that ash like you own the party

Pre-Chorus

Flip you flip me flip what they said

Got a mother-trucking beat going dumb in my head

You biscuit-faced punk get out my section

Your whole dang crew need Wi-Fi protection

Chorus

I'm on my bull-ship bull-ship bull-ship tonight

Everybody talking smack I'm like fork your advice

You can kiss my glass you can suck my luck

I don't give a flying flamingo what the duck

Post-Chorus

Mother-trucker

Mother-trucker

Turn that bass loud

Bridge

Who the shell do you think you are

Rolling in late in your mother-trucking car

Talking big bass but your wallet says nope

Go sit your ash down you absolute dope

I got zero ducks left not one in the pond

Your batch keeps calling but I'm already gone

Verse 3

She said fork you I said fork me too

Then we both yelled ship when the rent came due

What the shell what the shell what the shell is this

Son of a biscuit tried ruining my bliss

Mother of pearl I'm losing my mind

Every ducking thing got me four minutes behind

Chorus

I'm on my bull-ship bull-ship bull-ship tonight

Everybody talking smack I'm like fork your advice

You can kiss my glass you can suck my luck

I don't give a flying flamingo what the duck

Post-Chorus

Mother-trucker

Mother-trucker

Turn that bass loud

Holy ship

Son of a beach

What a night

Outro

Fork my life fork my phone

Fork that guy who won't leave me alone

Fork this traffic fork that bill

But keep it all clean for the radio still

Son of a beach

Mother-trucker

Holy ship we made a hit

And technically ain't cursed one bit