[Chorus: Kelis, Kelis & YNG Martyr]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard (Yeah, yeah)
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
[Verse 1: YNG Martyr]
Damn right, my bitch is better than yours (Uh-huh)
I got a car that go so hard, that I could rent it to y'all
There ain't no pussy here among us, but there's vents in the doors (Uh-huh)
The way my bank account be movin' got me chеckin' the Forbes (Uh)
This ain't a trap house, pussy, this my mama crib
Had to circumcisе the beat, the way we choppin' it
I got a white bitch with a chopper on some other shit
Told me she from Britain in this bitch, she Mary Poppin' it (Innit)
Uh, it's very obvious (Uh-huh)
VVs on my wrist up in this bitch, I'm very prominent
Dagestani bitch, she in a clinch and very dominant
That bullet grazed his head and made him look like Harry Potter did (Uh)
Yeah, now she gettin' it hard
And she a Whole Foods shawty, she like gettin' it raw
There's no mistake here, baby, know I'm bettin' it all
You want a milkshake, shawty, better come to the yard, uh
[Chorus: Kelis, Kelis & YNG Martyr]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard (Yeah, yeah)
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
[Verse 2: YNG Martyr]
Tell a pussy tap in with me like a clitoris (Yeah)
I'm really 6'6", standin' on my business
I scissor kick shit, Ibrahimović
And, yeah, I got a lisp in this bitch, it's very sibilant
Uh, shit, shawty, I got rich dick
I'ma do my ten-forty while I hit this
Way she ridin' all fours, it's a stick shift (Vroom)
And she said, "It's all yours, here's the pink slip"
Ah, goddamn, baby, goddamn (Woah)
Way the box grippin' on it, got me locked in (Huh)
Way she rocked on the Dennis, call me Rodman
Say she wanted one dance, God's plan
Shawty got me goin' la-la
I'm pokin' face in the pussy like I'm Gaga
I do my dance in this bitch, I hit the cha-cha
Now she callin' out my name (Martyr)
[Chorus: Kelis, Kelis & YNG Martyr]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard (Yeah, yeah)
And they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I have to, have to
