[Chorus]
I'm back in my zone
How the hell you say you call me, you ain't got no phone
You say you riding a plane, but your ass on a drone
We all call you Kevin 'cause your ass home alone
They called you a skeleton 'cause you a bag of bones
I jump in that water, bitch, I feel just like an otter
Ears on your neck, bitch, you feel like Mr. Crocker
You say I'm falling off, bitch, you ain't got no father (Yeah, where yo dad?)

[Verse 1]
I should have been a rapper, I should have went to Soap Opera
Every time somebody talk about me, I get more power
You ain't got no talent
Tell em on a rocket they can't even stop this
Feel like Ash catching Pokémon, Team Rocket
Back when I was younger, put a fork in a socket
Talking out your neck, that's going to get your ass drop-kicked
You ain't got no father

[Post-Chorus]
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye? (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye? (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye? (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad at? (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad at? (Woah)
[Verse 2]
I just talked to your mom, she said you fatherless
If I look like you, then damn, I would be fatherless
Your dad ran to get the milk and he ain't never come back
Your dad should be in the NFL the way he never ran back
I shot that three when I was walking back, I hit a step back
If your back get wet when you in the water, you got a wet back
I just heard the album and I told them, "Hey, go and drop that."
They say they don't like my damn music, they don't know about that
I'm jumping fast in the sky just like a jackrabbit
I just hit my foot on the ground and I said, "Dang, Nabbit!"
If I see a wig on her head, I got to snatch it
I don't care about rapping 'cause I'm trying to be an actress

[Chorus]
I'm back in my zone
How the hell you say you call me, you ain't got no phone
You say you riding a plane, but your ass on a drone
We all call you Kevin 'cause your ass home alone
They called you a skeleton 'cause you a bag of bones
I jump in that water, bitch, I feel just like an otter
Ears on your neck, bitch, you feel like Mr. Crocker
You say I'm falling off, bitch, you ain't got no father (Yeah, where yo dad?)

[Post-Chorus]
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad, aye (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad at? (Woah)
Where your dad at? Where your dad at? (Woah)