[Intro: EggyYaBoi, J-Money Jr.]
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Wait (Huh?), huh (Huh?), ayy (Huh?)
Wait, wait, (What?) wait, ho (Huh?)
Gimme the dough, (What, what?) wait, wait (Huh?)
Huh, huh, huh, wait
[Verse: EggyYaBoi, J-Money Jr.]
Give me the static, give me the raddic
Fuck on that ho, give me the paddic
Give me the paddic, that bitch is real ratchet
Fuckin’ incredible, bitch is elastic
That blicky ain't plastic, fuck on that fat bitch and makin' her catch it (Huh? Huh?)
She locked in the attic, fuck on her pussy, she say that’s traumatic (Yeah)
Make it aquatic, fuckin' that pussy, I really can't stop it
Then I go fuck on that ho 'til she dropped it (Dropped it)
I didn't steal from that store, no, I robbed it (Robbed it)
No, I don't write all my lines, I'm a prophet (Prophet)
We just be hangin' with bro, we locked in (Locked in)
If he be messin’ with us, I’ma sock him (Sock him)
Then I'm gon’ pull out that blicky and pop him (Pop him)
Pull out my Glock, I'ma have to go spark him (Spark him)
We just be sparkin', we straight outta Gotham (Gotham)
Callin' us Batman and Robin, we got ’em (We got 'em)
We put his head on the curb, then we stomped him
We just be flyin' in, then we go rock him (Rock him)
All the good bitches are in Compton (Compton)
He said, "Where the weed at?"
Tell him I got somethin' (Somethin')
If you see lights in the sky, we be comin'
Then we be havin' them robbers runnin'
I be hangin' with bitches, they stunnin' (They stunnin')
Know I be strapped with my bro, we be gunnin' (Gunnin')
We be fundin' them, bitches got hundreds (Hundreds)
Give me a track, bitch, you know she be lungin' (Lungin')
Make pussy so dry, it's crunchin' (Crunchin')
Call me Ice Spice, 'cause you know I be munchin' (Munchin')
Fuck on that ho, she be stunnin' (Stunnin')
Fuck on that bitch, nigga look like he runnin' (Runnin')
We runnin', like Fortnite, I pull out my gun and (Gun and)
Sprayin', sprayin', it look like he prayin'
Day in, day out, shootin' my blicky is what I'm about
I come in your house, I'm quiet as a mouse
I'm takin' your money, I'm takin' your spouse
I'm fuckin' that ho, and makin' her loud
Go in her house, and go up her blouse
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Wait (Huh?), huh (Huh?), ayy (Huh?)
Wait, wait, (What?) wait, ho (Huh?)
Gimme the dough, (What, what?) wait, wait (Huh?)
Huh, huh, huh, wait
[Verse: EggyYaBoi, J-Money Jr.]
Give me the static, give me the raddic
Fuck on that ho, give me the paddic
Give me the paddic, that bitch is real ratchet
Fuckin’ incredible, bitch is elastic
That blicky ain't plastic, fuck on that fat bitch and makin' her catch it (Huh? Huh?)
She locked in the attic, fuck on her pussy, she say that’s traumatic (Yeah)
Make it aquatic, fuckin' that pussy, I really can't stop it
Then I go fuck on that ho 'til she dropped it (Dropped it)
I didn't steal from that store, no, I robbed it (Robbed it)
No, I don't write all my lines, I'm a prophet (Prophet)
We just be hangin' with bro, we locked in (Locked in)
If he be messin’ with us, I’ma sock him (Sock him)
Then I'm gon’ pull out that blicky and pop him (Pop him)
Pull out my Glock, I'ma have to go spark him (Spark him)
We just be sparkin', we straight outta Gotham (Gotham)
Callin' us Batman and Robin, we got ’em (We got 'em)
We put his head on the curb, then we stomped him
We just be flyin' in, then we go rock him (Rock him)
All the good bitches are in Compton (Compton)
He said, "Where the weed at?"
Tell him I got somethin' (Somethin')
If you see lights in the sky, we be comin'
Then we be havin' them robbers runnin'
I be hangin' with bitches, they stunnin' (They stunnin')
Know I be strapped with my bro, we be gunnin' (Gunnin')
We be fundin' them, bitches got hundreds (Hundreds)
Give me a track, bitch, you know she be lungin' (Lungin')
Make pussy so dry, it's crunchin' (Crunchin')
Call me Ice Spice, 'cause you know I be munchin' (Munchin')
Fuck on that ho, she be stunnin' (Stunnin')
Fuck on that bitch, nigga look like he runnin' (Runnin')
We runnin', like Fortnite, I pull out my gun and (Gun and)
Sprayin', sprayin', it look like he prayin'
Day in, day out, shootin' my blicky is what I'm about
I come in your house, I'm quiet as a mouse
I'm takin' your money, I'm takin' your spouse
I'm fuckin' that ho, and makin' her loud
Go in her house, and go up her blouse
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