Peanut Butter Coupe* Lil Yachty (Ft. Lil Tecca)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
(Census, what you cookin'?)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I was in the A, now I'm in LA, I might just go to bay
Me and some niggas, we cannot relate, because I got different taste
Niggas, they basic, yeah, they got to face it, I like to try different ways
My niggas throwin' them A's, yeah, my niggas totin' them K's, yeah
Whole pints of Tech', whole pints with Wock' in stock
I just want that neck, boot her up like Macintosh
Niggas got me vexed, steady tryna sabotage
Nasty lil' bitch got a curly afro in the cabbage patch
3X pistol in her soul, finna have a heart attack
I be on ten toes, when I'm on the road, so nigga, no, I cannot lack
We did all this shit, started from the bottom, so no, I ain't cuttin' no slack
Shippin' off weed, it ain't in the store, but it still come in a pack
I could tell lil' baby needed some money, what you gon' do for these racks? (It's us)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke