Brah, brah brah brah
We on them drugs, we on them methamphetamines
You feel me? We don't give a fuck (ayy)
Ayy, (bitch, bitch yeah)
Ayy (faggot yeah)
Yeah (ayy)

Bitch I'm gay (uh)
I can't even think straight
Bitch I'm gay (uh)
I can't even think straight
Bitch I'm gay (what)
I can't even think straight
Bitch I'm gay (uh)
I can't even think straight
Bitch I'm gay (what)
I'm fucking gay (ah)
I'm fucking gay
I'm fucking gay, bitch
I'm fucking gay (uh)
I'm fucking gay, bitch
I'm fucking gay (hoo)
I'm fucking gay, bitch (uh uh uh)

Bitch, I'm fucking gay, I don't even know, how to be straight
Yeah I'll never ever change
I'm gonna be gay 'til they put me in my grave
I don't give a fuck if you think that is strange
Yeah, I'm cooked up, can't be with me
Bitch, I'm chillin' at the table with Bob Dylan (yeah)
Don't even care, we exclusive in New York
I got hoes on my penis, but I ain't finna fuck
'Cause I'm gay, ayy, I ain't finna fuck no pussy
I'm finna fuck some buttholes
Finna leave 'em in poopy, wet gushy (gushy)
I don't really give a fuck (ayy)
I'm fuckin' gay, ayy
I eat it a dick like a goddamn sandwich at Chick-Fil-A (ayy)
Fuck Chick-Fil-A

Yeah, bitch I'm gay
Yeah, yeah, I'm fuckin' gay
Faggot
I don't know why this beat is this short but, whatever
I guess that's it, sorry guys
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