[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one, Cheeze
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Plies]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin' off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (Fuck it), make it kick rocks (Bust it)
(Aye, Bhad Bhabie)
This a big clock, check the wristwatch (Check it)
(Aye, Plies checkin' in)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (Bust it)
(This a Florida thing, they wouldn't understand)
This a big watch, diamonds drippin' off of the clock (Off the clock)
(Aye, lemme tell it to 'em)
[Verse 1: Plies]
If a nigga snatch your chain, then he ain't down with yo feature, bruh
If she let the whole gang hit, then she a eater, bruh
She yo lady, she ain't got a bag, then what you teaching her?
No, you ain't goin' up and let it rip then what you reaching for?
Bust it open, ain't like what I smell, this ain't no Captain D's
You a Whopper Jr., I'm a Whopper, I got extra cheese
Grass it got my eye-lids low, look like I'm Japanese
Wah, wah, wah, like Lil Baby, bitch, yes indeed
He never call about it, he just troll it again
Wanna see the snakes in your yard, you better mow it again
Aye, Christian Louboutin got my whole shoe bloody
Aye, went to H-town got my whole cup muddy
Aye, I got a bag I can't snooze, bitch, I got the tool on me
I'm from the south, I hit the gas, rrr, that is the doors on it
If ya' house nasty, I don't wanna poke, that's just the rule, mommy
Hit her in some Gucci flip flops, you can't lose, homie
30, you a fool for this one, Cheeze
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Plies]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin' off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (Fuck it), make it kick rocks (Bust it)
(Aye, Bhad Bhabie)
This a big clock, check the wristwatch (Check it)
(Aye, Plies checkin' in)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (Bust it)
(This a Florida thing, they wouldn't understand)
This a big watch, diamonds drippin' off of the clock (Off the clock)
(Aye, lemme tell it to 'em)
[Verse 1: Plies]
If a nigga snatch your chain, then he ain't down with yo feature, bruh
If she let the whole gang hit, then she a eater, bruh
She yo lady, she ain't got a bag, then what you teaching her?
No, you ain't goin' up and let it rip then what you reaching for?
Bust it open, ain't like what I smell, this ain't no Captain D's
You a Whopper Jr., I'm a Whopper, I got extra cheese
Grass it got my eye-lids low, look like I'm Japanese
Wah, wah, wah, like Lil Baby, bitch, yes indeed
He never call about it, he just troll it again
Wanna see the snakes in your yard, you better mow it again
Aye, Christian Louboutin got my whole shoe bloody
Aye, went to H-town got my whole cup muddy
Aye, I got a bag I can't snooze, bitch, I got the tool on me
I'm from the south, I hit the gas, rrr, that is the doors on it
If ya' house nasty, I don't wanna poke, that's just the rule, mommy
Hit her in some Gucci flip flops, you can't lose, homie
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