[Intro: Lil Yachty & Tee Grizzley]
Yeah, ayy, bitch
What's up with that motherfucking mouth?
On God, look
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & Tee Grizzley]
Usually do a white Benz, but this black one
Got a bad bitch with a fat one
She like bitches more than me
So on Fridays, we do captions
She like Uzis, not MAC-10's
She like Mac Dre, I like Andre
I'ma ball hard like DeAndre
Need a paycheck like Beyoncé
Not tryna be your fiancé
My sister's boyfriend lightskinned, his name Keyonte
Told him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him, on my papa (That's on pops)
Pull up to his mama house with that big chopper (Brrah)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, forty racks to put that jet in the air (Let's get it)
I'm like fuck it, let me go up on the Snap since I'm here (Turn up)
Put that on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear (No)
I ain't talking, when I say, "Clap at his hair" (Go get it)
Niggas showing their true colors, get my Clorox (Get my bleach)
Your favorite rapper chain always in and out the pawn shop (He fucked up)
Fat nigga, make a nigga bitch cook some pork chops
I used to hear shots, now I ain't gotta keep my doors locked (We in the 'burbs with it)
With they baby mama only time they acting tough (Boy, you a bitch)
Heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody died, wasn't us
Can't reach, say you want about them Glock 9's (Baow)
Even if it's slippery, can't let an opp slide (Never)
Yeah, ayy, bitch
What's up with that motherfucking mouth?
On God, look
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & Tee Grizzley]
Usually do a white Benz, but this black one
Got a bad bitch with a fat one
She like bitches more than me
So on Fridays, we do captions
She like Uzis, not MAC-10's
She like Mac Dre, I like Andre
I'ma ball hard like DeAndre
Need a paycheck like Beyoncé
Not tryna be your fiancé
My sister's boyfriend lightskinned, his name Keyonte
Told him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him, on my papa (That's on pops)
Pull up to his mama house with that big chopper (Brrah)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, forty racks to put that jet in the air (Let's get it)
I'm like fuck it, let me go up on the Snap since I'm here (Turn up)
Put that on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear (No)
I ain't talking, when I say, "Clap at his hair" (Go get it)
Niggas showing their true colors, get my Clorox (Get my bleach)
Your favorite rapper chain always in and out the pawn shop (He fucked up)
Fat nigga, make a nigga bitch cook some pork chops
I used to hear shots, now I ain't gotta keep my doors locked (We in the 'burbs with it)
With they baby mama only time they acting tough (Boy, you a bitch)
Heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody died, wasn't us
Can't reach, say you want about them Glock 9's (Baow)
Even if it's slippery, can't let an opp slide (Never)
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