[Intro]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Brrat, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, brr, drop to the floor, hit the ground like a thot bitch
Pick up your clothes in the crib, the hot topic, uh
Speakin' of the hottest topic
Open your legs, spread 'em wide like a moshpit, uh (Damn)
I'm tryna fuck on a eater, uh
She wanna eat on my pockets, uh
Niggas was lookin' too crazy
I chalked all my fists tryna knock out his sockets, uh
Fuckin' that bitch from the back
Put a grip 'round her neck like a Tiffany's locket
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby
Tote on that stick, too grimey, baby, okay
[?] like [?]
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby (Woah)
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby (Woah)
Okay, okay
[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
Okay, okay, wait, wait, like
I'm a 2000s baby, like
Talk hot, get cracked, huh
Like he was born in the '80s
Wait, wait, okay, okay
Ke-Keep shakin' them hips, go crazy
T-TP, Yachty, we too wavy, like
Got your bitch callin' mе baby
Baby, baby, ba-baby, baby, baby
Sh-Shake them hips, go crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, cr-crazy
I keep a rocket likе Tracy, like
Yo, Yachty, where the boat?
Bad bitch wanna drive it, I told her, "Row"
Like, woah, she droppin' it low
Pi-Pick up the pace, let me switch up the flow
S-Smokin' shh–, that boy in my joints
Stop all the talkin', let's get to the point
Was down bad, ai-ain't have a coin
Now I'm in a yacht club you cannot join
Wait, like, you cannot come in
Unless you a baddie and you bring them buns in
Damn, wa-walk in the spot, tu-turn up the function
We don't need no introduction, wait
I got the keys like pianist
Smokin' shh–, I'm on a different planet
Up the G, make it sing like Janet
Ni-Nick in my spliff, he got hit with a cannon
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Brrat, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, brr, drop to the floor, hit the ground like a thot bitch
Pick up your clothes in the crib, the hot topic, uh
Speakin' of the hottest topic
Open your legs, spread 'em wide like a moshpit, uh (Damn)
I'm tryna fuck on a eater, uh
She wanna eat on my pockets, uh
Niggas was lookin' too crazy
I chalked all my fists tryna knock out his sockets, uh
Fuckin' that bitch from the back
Put a grip 'round her neck like a Tiffany's locket
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby
Tote on that stick, too grimey, baby, okay
[?] like [?]
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby (Woah)
Bitch, I'm a '90s baby (Woah)
Okay, okay
[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
Okay, okay, wait, wait, like
I'm a 2000s baby, like
Talk hot, get cracked, huh
Like he was born in the '80s
Wait, wait, okay, okay
Ke-Keep shakin' them hips, go crazy
T-TP, Yachty, we too wavy, like
Got your bitch callin' mе baby
Baby, baby, ba-baby, baby, baby
Sh-Shake them hips, go crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, cr-crazy
I keep a rocket likе Tracy, like
Yo, Yachty, where the boat?
Bad bitch wanna drive it, I told her, "Row"
Like, woah, she droppin' it low
Pi-Pick up the pace, let me switch up the flow
S-Smokin' shh–, that boy in my joints
Stop all the talkin', let's get to the point
Was down bad, ai-ain't have a coin
Now I'm in a yacht club you cannot join
Wait, like, you cannot come in
Unless you a baddie and you bring them buns in
Damn, wa-walk in the spot, tu-turn up the function
We don't need no introduction, wait
I got the keys like pianist
Smokin' shh–, I'm on a different planet
Up the G, make it sing like Janet
Ni-Nick in my spliff, he got hit with a cannon
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