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