Basic bitches 2025

(Verse 1)

Gatorade tears coming out of my eyes.

I want this ice to melt, I want this ice to shine.

I can see clearly, I’m not blind.

Skylanders, bitch I’m playing Spyro.

European shit, bitch give me the euros.

Do I like you, hell no.

That is the truth.

When I go to the dentist, they might have to

pull a tooth.

Been writing these raps since 12, this shit ain’t

brand new.

Yung Lean, codeine promethazine.

This is real life, this ain’t a dream.

I won’t melt, bitch I’m not ice cream.

 

 

(Chorus)

Billionaire boys club on my shirt.

I’m not Yung Lean, I won’t make you hurt.

Billionaire boys club on my shirt.

Sometimes these words are absurd.

 

 

(Verse 2)

Travel back in time, bitch call me Marty.

In 2035, I might whip a Ferrari.

I’m antisocial, I don’t like to party.

Rather be alone.

Not a thug, not Al Capone.

Sometimes shit is casual, Chappell Roan.

I’m not going to the club.

People want to hate, but I don’t give a fuck.

In my dreams, I’ll count up these bucks.

Not a retard, not autistic.

These dreams are very futuristic.

I’ll kill a baby, but I’m not part of the Misfits.

 

 

(Chorus)

Billionaire boys club on my shirt.

I’m not Yung Lean, I won’t make you hurt.

Billionaire boys club on my shirt.

Sometimes these words are absurd.

 

 

(Verse 3)

Just saw the Minecraft movie yesterday.

I don’t need friends, they’re all just fake anyways.

These bitches want to glaze.

Want to be a dick rider.

Eight legs, spider.

Don’t fuck with these hoes, I’m like an outsider.

Don’t like them, because they love to talk shit.

I think they’re mad, that I have drip.

If they don’t like me, then they can go and suck a dick.

Don’t care what they do.

I’m from Texas, chopped and screwed.

You know these bitches are so rude.