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[Intro]

Yuh (Dylan Brady)

Throw them hands in the pit

If you really ‘bout that shit

Throw them hands in the pit

If you really ‘bout that shit

Throw them hands in the pit

Yah, yah

[Verse 1]

Pop out (Lil bitch)

Pull up

Gas tank (What?)

I’m full up

Loud pack

Yeah, I smoke that

Pop out

Goddamn, my wrist go

New coke, Slurpee

Too high (Yeah)

Nosebleeds

I don’t give a fuck about shit

Knock a simp lights out

Then I roll up, smoke weed

Haha

Y’all talk

Too much

Its like:

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Shut up

(Boy if you don’t shut yo’ bitch ass up)

Pull up, pop out

Better throw hands

Better wile out

Wrist go five pound

Goodnight, lights out

[Chorus]

Punch out my lights

I been so lost without your love

Only thing that helps me now

Can someone please fuck me up?

Yeah, throw them motherfucking hands, boy

[Verse 2]

Pop, lil bitch

Open up the pit

Throw them hands and hit

Give a fuck, get a stitch

Imma punch ‘em in the lip (Pop, pop)

I got blood on my timbs

I got blood on my —

Oh shit, yo I think that guys actually fucking hurt bro

What the fuck?

(Damn, he got knocked the fuck out)

Fuck a Lyft

They gon’ take me home in a ambulance (Fuck)

Poppin’ xans with EMTS

Call that shit Mercedes Benz (Yuh)

I’m about to hit the piss, yuh, yuh

I’m about to smack a simp (Bop, bop)

Uh, is you tough boy?

I really doubt it (Yeah)

Throw them hands if you really ‘bout it (Yeah)

Throw a elbow or two

If you really ‘bout that shit, yuh

Throw yo’ fuckin’ shoes, bitch