JACKRABBIT

[Chorus: Peysoh] We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit [Verse 1: Peysoh] I'm broke, bitch, 'kay, we only fuckin' if yo' bag right Suck a nigga, got a potty mouth until we pass by Brodie, you a bitch, on this planet in yo' last lifе We'll really make a top shotta nigga act right Dashin' on thеy block, knock him off his tippy-toe Ain't no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know Can't tell 'em what I'm hearing, but I bet he feel me though How you wifin' up a eater, nigga? You a silly Joe We been playing with them yappies, come and get yo' car flipped We gon' do it broad day and on some after dark shit My killers on whatever, trippin', quick to park shit When you thuggin' in these streets, you really make your heart stiff Baby, I'm a bad doomer, opps know I don't give a fuck I make this for the killers, don't go play this shit in the club They knew it ain't no runnin', but before I made it run On the gang, I had a B before you touched your first gun [Chorus: Peysoh] We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Huh, huh, huh, huh I ain't graduate from syrup, so I'm agitated Real jerk off, keen masturbation Put a bitch on the street before an allegation Thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh-uh Real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up blister, huh Free my nigga De Santan, buy that nigga, huh Free my nigga BG Jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin' for a pickle I was tryna get him out that window Tryna reverse the sentence, niggas tweakin', I won't finish All these bullets'll get me in Guinness, spendin' money on pendants and on piss You ain't a pussy, ain't gon' give a pussy this Pop, top, VPN loaded on the six drop He ain't came up with us, fuck him, nigga, photo crop I was standin' front line, mostly I would drop Chin up, nigga, chest out, what these nigga not? [Chorus: Peysoh & Lil Yachty] We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' (It's us) Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin? I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit