YEAH YEAH

[Intro: Right Said Fred]

I'm too sexy for my shirt

Too sexy for my shirt

So sexy, it hurts

I'm too sexy for Milan

Too sexy for Milan

New York or Japan

[Chorus: Future]

Yeah, uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup)

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper & MadeinTYO]

I got muscles like Supеrman trainer, ayy (Ooh)

Real, real rarе like Super Saiyan manga

I jump stomp-stomp on Lucifer, Satan (Skrrt)

Now I got a few rings on, Jupiter skating (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I meant to say Saturn, switched up the pattern (Blaow)

Smoking on some shatter (Ooh), got me higher than a ladder (Ooh)

Thanks, I'm flattered, my baby mama badder (Yeah)

You look like Mick Jagger, oops, the grease splattered (Ooh, ooh)

Hot, hot (Ooh), jumping out the grease

It's a whole lotta degrees

'Bout to come up out the fleece, fleece, fleece

Shh, I don't wanna hear a peep (Skrr)

Tryna catch some sleep (Yeah), tryna count some sheep (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Future]

Yeah, uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup)

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 2: Sexyy Red]

Slim thick, caramel skin

5'5", this bitch a ten (Yeah)

Hair done, bills paid

Catch me slidin' in a Benz (Vyoom)

I ain't lookin' for no man

Ain't recruitin' no new friends

Louis bag filled with bands

Go on, Sexyy, do your dance

Sexyy blood, love the hoes

Bounce that ass, touch them toes (Uh-huh)

Booty shorts, coochie swoll

Thong all up my booty hole

Niggas cheaters, they on go

Trust a nigga, that's a no

He can eat my coochie, though

Awesome Jawsome got me throwed

Little miss Sexyy walking down the street (Beep beep)

I don't know what to do 'cause the niggas after me (Yeah, yeah)

I'm so fuckin' sexy, yeah, my skin is glistening (Woo, woo, woo-woo)

Diamonds hittin' hard, niggas wanna join my team

[Chorus: Future]

Yeah, uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah (For the syrup)

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Uh, oh, yeah

Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah

I'm flappin' out the strap, oh, yeah

I'm flippin' the— oh, yeah

I'm thottin' the thot, oh, yeah

I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah

I'm blessin' a blunt, I'm high-igh-igh

I'm swervin' on Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

I'm fuckin' these bitches, alright

I'm havin' my way, alright, uh

My fingers, they motherfuckin' tight

My eyes are open, I'm high

I can't believe I can die

I just realized I was high

I was seventeen on the mic

I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike

I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite

My whole career, they bite

Some niggas still thinkin' they faster than me

Somebody should tell 'em they dyin'

I'm done with these niggas and dissin', I just be pissin', I don't give a fuck

I know I'm on your moodboard, bitch, I'm tryna tell you your ho gon' fuck

If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body

Buffie the Body, my bitch got body, Buffie the Body

My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body

She screech like a hyena when I get her body