[Intro]
(Hey, get in here, Teejmadeit)
Teej, know your booth
We on Teej, don't know why he did it, Tee
[Chorus]
Shorty some thick lil' shit (Thick lil'), her ass weigh a ton (Big shit), I just might take her to lunch (Take her to brunch)
I walk in the club, she tappin' her friend, like, "Girl, I wanna hunch" (Yeah)
Rockin' this ice, servin' this spice (Spice), I got the munchies (Uh)
Pull down on Tuesday and get you some smack, we servin' the raw on Mondays (Servin' the raw on Mondays)
[Verse]
Catch an opp and go find him (Bah)
I got that shit on, bitch, I'm beyond trim (Beyond trim)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout motion and talkin' 'bout pape', ain't got more than my son 'nem (No yap)
Look, I'm from the hood like a Honda, pull up likе Obama, man, I'm on these fuck niggas bumper (No yap)
Ridin' in a horsе with a llama
Nigga play, l'ma thump him, put his ass underground like a bunker (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm cookin' dope and that shit smell so good, you would think granny cooked some lasagna (Yum)
Ayy, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nunya (Nothin')
Walk down on a beat like I'm havin' bunions (Ah)
Ayy, these lil' niggas, they wake up and hate, I wake up and go get the munyun (Munyun)
Glock 23, no time to debate, I slam on your ass like Bron Bron (Slam)
Nigga go live, we'll force his pipes, catch him and he ain't got nothin' on (Nothin')
Ayy, ARP with the tracers (Tracers), scope, and a lasers, bitch, I got a gun-gun (Gun-gun)
Where the fuck is the opps? I just got my load up (Load), hopped outside the whip with my pole out (Bah)
I walk in a room, she takin' her clothes off, French tips, she got her toes out (Freaky)
Ain't fuckin' with niggas, I'm takin' the old route, I feel like Lil' Yay with the gold mouth (Money)
I ain't tryna work no nine-to-five, but feel like a waiter, I'm dishin' them 'bows out (Dishin')
Ayy, I feel like Dora, got 'bows in my backpack (Dora)
Red eye, took me a 'Cat nap
I stuck them bands in a Louie V nap sack, Serena, I'm havin' rack-racks (Racks)
Buss down a big-ass clock like Flavor Flav
These not Chucks, but this tailor made (Tailor)
I get high like Taylor Gang (High)
Big Yay got sauce like Raising Cane's (Sauce)
(Hey, get in here, Teejmadeit)
Teej, know your booth
We on Teej, don't know why he did it, Tee
[Chorus]
Shorty some thick lil' shit (Thick lil'), her ass weigh a ton (Big shit), I just might take her to lunch (Take her to brunch)
I walk in the club, she tappin' her friend, like, "Girl, I wanna hunch" (Yeah)
Rockin' this ice, servin' this spice (Spice), I got the munchies (Uh)
Pull down on Tuesday and get you some smack, we servin' the raw on Mondays (Servin' the raw on Mondays)
[Verse]
Catch an opp and go find him (Bah)
I got that shit on, bitch, I'm beyond trim (Beyond trim)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout motion and talkin' 'bout pape', ain't got more than my son 'nem (No yap)
Look, I'm from the hood like a Honda, pull up likе Obama, man, I'm on these fuck niggas bumper (No yap)
Ridin' in a horsе with a llama
Nigga play, l'ma thump him, put his ass underground like a bunker (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm cookin' dope and that shit smell so good, you would think granny cooked some lasagna (Yum)
Ayy, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nunya (Nothin')
Walk down on a beat like I'm havin' bunions (Ah)
Ayy, these lil' niggas, they wake up and hate, I wake up and go get the munyun (Munyun)
Glock 23, no time to debate, I slam on your ass like Bron Bron (Slam)
Nigga go live, we'll force his pipes, catch him and he ain't got nothin' on (Nothin')
Ayy, ARP with the tracers (Tracers), scope, and a lasers, bitch, I got a gun-gun (Gun-gun)
Where the fuck is the opps? I just got my load up (Load), hopped outside the whip with my pole out (Bah)
I walk in a room, she takin' her clothes off, French tips, she got her toes out (Freaky)
Ain't fuckin' with niggas, I'm takin' the old route, I feel like Lil' Yay with the gold mouth (Money)
I ain't tryna work no nine-to-five, but feel like a waiter, I'm dishin' them 'bows out (Dishin')
Ayy, I feel like Dora, got 'bows in my backpack (Dora)
Red eye, took me a 'Cat nap
I stuck them bands in a Louie V nap sack, Serena, I'm havin' rack-racks (Racks)
Buss down a big-ass clock like Flavor Flav
These not Chucks, but this tailor made (Tailor)
I get high like Taylor Gang (High)
Big Yay got sauce like Raising Cane's (Sauce)
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