[Intro]
I'ma go steal your bitch, motherfucker (Haha)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what's you gon' do? What you gon' do? Huh?
Yeah, I'm a fuckin', uh – mastermind
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Hey

[Verse 1]
Bitch stealer, I go all across the globe
When I fuck your bitch then I'm outta control
'Cause I do it so fast so she finish so quick
I'm $uper Bitch $tealer so I give her this dick
Yeah, yeah, I got a Rolls Royce in my garage
Got a bitch from Toronto and that bitch ain't some average
Bitch that you'd get from the supermarket sellin' cabbage
RJLDiablo, I'ma head out, motherfucker I'ma vanish (Poof)
'Cause I'm perfеct in her set
You ain't near mе, boy, shut up
Or I'll send my men and you'll get cut up
I don't need a condom, my dick's already made of rubber, uh

[Interlude: MILF News Reporter & Civilian]
Breaking news: $uper Bitch $tealer just stole a thotty from the street!
Here, citizen of this city, what did you see?
That man there straight swooped that bitch outta the ground, y'all seen that?
Then he fucking, uh, bought the bitch a coffee
Like, who, nah, what does that?
Why would he do that, you ask?
'Cause he's $uper Bitch $tealer, muhfucker!
We are very sorry there, people
But the police are now on his tail
Hopefully to find his secret lair
Where he's rumoured to have numerous sex-slaves
Now we just wait to find out
[Bridge: RJLDiablo & Woman]
Now, bitch, don't pass out (I will!)
I'm sorry, but you gotta hold it back (I can't! Put me down!)
Don't worry, but you'll be back home soon (put me down!)
If you insist! (No! *splat*)
(Re-Re-Rewind this shit, man)
(B-B-B-Back we go!) Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: RJLDiablo]
I'm sorry, but don't pass out (What? What?)
I'll get you to the cash now (Like what? Yeah)
I'll do the fuckin' dash now (Okay, okay, okay)
All your music fuckin' trash now (Oh yeah)
I might fly your bitch to Cancun (Oh yeah, okay)
Go to Mars, on the damn dunes (The damn what?)
Might take your bitch to the damn moon (NEURO$PACE, bitch)
You my opp and we ran you (We ran you, motherfucker)
Ayy, but I still got some shit in the past with old friends
And I wanna see 'em 'cause I can't let go o' them
Still wanna see 'em all together
'Cause that's how it was planned out
I wanna see 'em again, get to the cash now (Cash now, ayy)
But they don't fucking care about me (No, no)
I promised that I'd fly 'em out to Saudi (Yeah, yeah)
I wanted to buy 'em all an Audi (True, true)
But they was always fightin', they was shoutin' (Yeah, yeah, ayy)