[Intro: YN Jay]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Sav, man, why you do that man?
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I just beat her off a OxyContin, made my leg lock
I just fucked this one bitch named Nicki, made my bed rock
Hollow bullets hit him in his head, make his dreads lock
I just bought a laser, just so I can see the red dot
I just stepped on some dog shit, I got a dookie shoe
Buzz told me stack it and I did, shout out to the [?]
Came up off of good music, shout out to the booth
Boy you need to get yourself together, out here lookin' loose
I just bought some trick dice, do you wanna shoot?
Why you keep buyin' cut lean? Do you wanna poop?
And I got a little bit of that (Shhh), do you wanna oop?
Oh you seen me at that party, I ain't notice you
I been through my ups and downs, like roller coasters do
I can make you fall in love, just like a potion do?
That pussy be so wet, just like a ocean [?]
Put it in her face, she gon [?]
I been out here trippin', [?]
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Boat!)
6 bitches in my room, off the hen' they loose
One bitch got a big head, hat size Papoose
Speakin' of some head, I just got some, seen obtuse
One bitch booty so big, she the mother moose
Get that shit done for your brother, I'ma cover you
I don't move like them other niggas, that's that other dude
I don't like fuckin' New York bitches, they be hella rude
2 twin Glocks get it done, like they Max Payne
Money in the glare look like misty, I can't stand the rain
She probably think I'm ugly, but she still suck my Jimmy Dean
Bro just sold you mid not exotic, you the color green
I'm a nervous nigga keep that chop, like I'm cuttin' trees
I know niggas many M's up, still sellin' P's
On my P's and Q's every time, need a W
I don't need no L's unless it's lean, on my fucking license
[?] thick bitch ride my dick, like a baby bison
Hit my brother blunt it hit me back, hard as Mike Tyson
Fuck your stupid ass smokin' weed for? It wasn't Tyson
I'ma stick to the color purple, like a fan of Vikings
My bitch shaved her hair off, cause she started diking
Wanna buy a foreign Chevy truck, [?]
Someone need to teach my how to gamble, or I'ma start strikin'
Better hide your bitch from my sight, before I start pipin'
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