Mouthful

[Intro: Campa]

It's like a celebration inside your mouth

Gordo, ah

[Refrain: Cyrano]

Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra (Yeah, uh)

Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra

[Verse 1: Cyrano, Campa]

I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway

Throw a BCD in the crowd, watch 'em shut down eBay

But I ain't used to it, I used to play 'em music

And people where I was showin' look at me like I was stupid (You're stupid)

'Cause I quit talkin' 'bout goin' stupid

Now they changed they tune, matter fact they auto-tuned it

Now reverse is Versace, the royalty of royalty

So you like these? Take my pair

It's my fifth pair, yeah, I got five pairs (Bingo)

Bitch, you ain't eatin' with me, you need a high chair

[Verse 2: Campa]

Whoops, did I say "bitch" too much?

Back in high school, I think I missed too much

All these rappers taboo, talkin' bout they love you

Cut my name in your arm, bitch, fuck a tattoo

I get a sweet tooth

Just thinkin' about the way, I'm gonna eat you

Beat you in the right way

Send her back on her lunch break

Like damn, homes, she can't walk straight

It's okay, she on my team

I ain't lyin', trust me

She ain't cryin', that's Visine

[Refrain: Cyrano]

Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra

Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra

Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra

[Chorus: Cyrano, Campa]

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah

[Verse 3: Campa, Cyrano]

I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway (What you say?)

Wait, hold up, I'm in these bitches like a threeway

Life's a movie, every single weekday

No cameras, just a, just a screenplay

Smoke a ounce, smoke a pound

Smoke the whole harvest to the ground

I been up (Yeah), and I been down (Yeah)

I made your girlfriend go another round

[Verse 4: Cyrano]

I keep a low pro, but if you must know

I got a 911 and that shit fuckin' go

Sports car, stick shift, too hard

Bitch boy, probably stall out tryna to turn it on

I don't know why you say I'm on, I ain't got a milli (Got a milli)

You say I'm cold (Cold), but I ain't even chillin' (I ain't even chillin')

You say I'm bussin', I ain't even pay the fare yet

Bitch, I ain't even told 'em to turn up my snare yet

[Refrain: Cyrano]

(Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra)

Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet

(Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra)

Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet

(Ra-ra)

Snare yet, snare, hey, hey

[Chorus: Cyrano & Campa, Cyrano]

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full?

Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full?

[Outro: Campa]

Visine, Vi—, V-V-V-Visine

Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi—, V-V-Visine

V-V-Visine, Vi—, V-V-V-Visine

I ain't lyin', trust me

She ain't cryin', that's Visine