Pure Filth Yung Fume & Kwengface

[Intro: Yung Fume & Kwengface]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
I can make a move, I make it (Go, ahh!)

[Chorus: Yung Fume]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit, whip it, yeah)
I can make a move, make it lit (Make it lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth, myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Tek it, lunch, woo)
When I look how far I really come, yeah, yeah (Yeah, go, ahh)

[Verse 1: Yung Fume]
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mеan that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and thеy hate that (They hate)
Rockin' Dior shades, yeah, these ain't no Ray-Bans (No)
That's a wild lil' bitch (Oh, yeah), hold it down, she hold my blick', yeah
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Uh)
OT trips, really went to cunch (Cunch)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
Make a move, make it lit (Lit)
Look how far we've come (Come, uh)