[Intro]
Jeff had tears running down his face
Mhm (Jeff, what the fuck are you doin'?)
Uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, bitch, uh uh uh
First day of first grade, Jeff faced

[Chorus]
Fresh to death, The Walking Dead, bitch I rot rot
I drink lava to cool me down, bitch I'm hot hot (Ahahaha)
Smoke the freshest flowers straight from the pot pot
So high, forgot my words, to be continued, dot dot dot (Um)
I think I can't think, forgot my thought thought thoughts
Smoke it by the field, fuck it, by the parking lot
There's a man up on the moon, but it's not Scott Scott Scott (Scott Scott)
I just go too stupid, show me a inkblot blot

[Verse]
Yeah it's Jeff (Jeff), ain't no need for askin' (No, no)
Take you for a fuckin' ride, make sure that seat belt fastened
I just rolled some granddaddy, you could call me old-fashioned
Got it from my purple guy, I just call him William Afton (Brr, brr)
I just bought some more BAPE when I shoulda paid my taxes (Whoops)
Drip game elite, I don't do no button mashin' (No, no!)
Watch me drip off, I be top thrill draggin'
I am so super man, goddamn, I'm six flaggin' (Yes)
Pass the mic and the beat (Yes), I bet I'm toe taggin' (Uh, uh)
Scorch them motherfuckers like the breath of six dragons (Rrrr)
Feelin' like a pro, bitch I might go all Madden
Fry these n***as like a fish fry, they just all salmon
Envy green like an elf, they just silly sammin'
Tell his bitch to drop it down, like that bitch is silly slammin'
Smooth as peanut butter, little bitch, don't I be jammin?
Y'all just do the same shit, lil n***a quit spammin' (Please stop)
I just get it bumpin' like some muhfuckin' acne
I go Wiley, no coyote, n***a I don't fuck with ACME
Tell these n***as, "Get a fuckin' clue" while I run off with Daphne (Of course)
I think these n***as lost, help Dora get the map, please
Runnin' circles 'round these n***as, thought 'bout tryin' out for track teams
I move in all black, yeah n***a, look like Batwing
Spent too much money first time I went to Saks fives
Still ain't learned my lesson, I was like, "Take me back please"
[Chorus]
Fresh to death, The Walking Dead, bitch I rot rot
I drink lava to cool me down, bitch I'm hot hot
Smoke the freshest flowers straight from the pot pot
So high, forgot my words, to be continued, dot dot dot (Of course)
I think I can't think, forgot my thought thought thoughts
Smoke it by the field, fuck it, by the parking lot
There's a man up on the moon, but it's not Scott Scott Scott
I just go too stupid, show me a inkblot blot