Eww

[Chorus]

Eww, eww, eww

Eww, eww, eww (Thugger)

I'm high right now, I'm high right now

[Verse 1]

What you gonna do when I pull up on you, nigga?

(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)

Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger

(For sure, for sure)

Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat

Pull up with them F&Ns comin' out the hatch

Pussy mothafucka scared to say it to my front (What?)

So I'm blowin' out his back (Blaow, blaow)

Point it at his liver, make the nigga reconsider

Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger (Woo)

Red just like Elmo but I never fuckin' giggle (Woo)

You can suck my pickle for a nickel (Hey)

[Chorus]

Eww, eww, eww

Eww, eww, eww, eww

[Verse 2]

How many niggas standin' around you would die for you? (How many?)

I’m not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'

All them niggas turn to 4 wheelers

Honestly, truth be told, YSL won't fold (Slime)

Pick his ass off from the balcony

Walk into the house and change clothes (Brrat)

YSL, wipe a nigga nose

We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors

We gotta have that, gon' grab that

Nigga, go stab that, snatch that shit (Hey)

Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick

If a nigga think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split

I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your bitch

I'ma fuck for the cash then she gettin' robbed by Tick

[Chorus]

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Eww, eww, eww, eww

[Verse 3]

Hundred bands inside of my pants

Make the mothafucka dance on the stage (Hey)

Ayy, bitch, it's a parade

Pourin' 4s is a sport, Leanorade

50 whole k spent on my hygiene (Lean)

Drinkin' so much lean that my pee clean (Lean)

808 just might be the dream team (Lean)

Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky

Bag full of weed, no lighter

In the kitchen wrappin', rappin' like a cypher (Woo, woo)

You know damn well, I like her, I'ma bite her (Ha)

In a Bentley on West Lee gettin' trailed by sniper (Brrat)

How the fuck you feel that I don't mean nothin'?

All them years in the bando, no clean nothin' (Woo)

Runnin' to the cops, tell 'em I don't serve the fiend nothin' (Woo)

Pullin' off like "SIKE!" (Ha)

Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds (Yeah)

Spot 'round the corner filled up with onions

Big homie got a whole truckload

Me and Scooter take a trip to New Mexico (Young Scoot')

All I ever wanted was the money (What?)

All I ever wanted was the money

Put your hands in the air if you dare

Any motherfucker to step over here

F&N put 'em in a wheel chair (Brrat)

[Chorus]

Eww, eww, eww

Eww, eww, eww, eww