[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, GC)
Yeah
Yeah, my nigga Mike on the phone in the background, man
You know this Drake & Josh shit series, man, this deluxe time, right?
Y'all know that, right?
You know what I’m saying? This the what y'all been waiting for, right?
Right?
Shit, fuck!
[Verse: YN Jay & RMC Mike]
Bitch got a big ass bag on her, is you moving in?
I just walked in an old-school party, is you grooving in?
Nigga didn't take his ass to work, is you snoozing in?
How could a nigga ever lose, if I choose to win?
How the fuck you
How the fuck you thick with no— ah, she got some ass now
Bitch coochie used to be good, but it’s trash now
Went to school for an extra year, I know math now
How you stank so bad, you need to take a bath now?
Bitch, you need to get between the crack, ah
Bitch, you need to get between the crack, wash your ass now
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, that's the ass sound
Tryna make the whole room laugh, I'm a class clown
Multiply, subtract, then dividе, I can't add now
You can hear the creakings through thе wind, that's the grass sound
I be counting old school blues, that's the jazz sound
Oh you need a thousand-some 'bows? Come to Yaktown
She tried to run off with a bag and got fapped down
Fap
Fap
Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap
Ay, I'm finna clear the scene
I’m drunk driving, high as hell off wock I be spilling lean
Mike Amiris on my ass now, not no Billie Jeans
Either you with me or you ain’t, no in between
Bitch got a dirty living room, but the kitchen clean
Your bitch keep on calling my phone, talking 'bout pimp me, please
Aw shit
I’m finna do this though
OK
Drag race down a nigga block, like I'm Kenneth Bailey
Drop 60 shells in his car almost killed the baby
Bitch, you only cook on weekends, I'm in the kitchen daily
I just met a 38 year old, he got 16 babies
How the fuck you the 'bow man with only sixteen eighthies?
She sucked my dick and I dip, do you miss me, baby?
Bitch cooked some sweet ass cornbread, is that jiffy, baby?
No pulp in my orange juice, is that Simply, baby?
I’ll cut your ass off quick, don't tempt me, baby
I hit the back of the coochie, you gotta tip me, baby
How do you want it?
How do you?
JoJo like KSi
Back of the van recording heat, we just set a trend
Knocked the door down to the rap game, they wouldn't let us in
Fuck all the hoes, my bitch know, she got 11 friends
We almost beat the whole game, we on level 10
Fucked two hoes that look alike, I'm separating twins
I can tell you how to drive my car, ah
I can tell you how to drive my car, demonstrate my Benz
I just put some lights on my jewelry, detailed my ice
Gonna get into it with Lil Jay, like did you sell my pint?
I'm tryna fuck my cousin bitch, can you tell his wife?
She don't put no seasoning on her chicken, you can tell she white
Gave her ass more than one chance, and she failed me twice
(Thank you, GC)
Yeah
Yeah, my nigga Mike on the phone in the background, man
You know this Drake & Josh shit series, man, this deluxe time, right?
Y'all know that, right?
You know what I’m saying? This the what y'all been waiting for, right?
Right?
Shit, fuck!
[Verse: YN Jay & RMC Mike]
Bitch got a big ass bag on her, is you moving in?
I just walked in an old-school party, is you grooving in?
Nigga didn't take his ass to work, is you snoozing in?
How could a nigga ever lose, if I choose to win?
How the fuck you
How the fuck you thick with no— ah, she got some ass now
Bitch coochie used to be good, but it’s trash now
Went to school for an extra year, I know math now
How you stank so bad, you need to take a bath now?
Bitch, you need to get between the crack, ah
Bitch, you need to get between the crack, wash your ass now
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, that's the ass sound
Tryna make the whole room laugh, I'm a class clown
Multiply, subtract, then dividе, I can't add now
You can hear the creakings through thе wind, that's the grass sound
I be counting old school blues, that's the jazz sound
Oh you need a thousand-some 'bows? Come to Yaktown
She tried to run off with a bag and got fapped down
Fap
Fap
Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap
Ay, I'm finna clear the scene
I’m drunk driving, high as hell off wock I be spilling lean
Mike Amiris on my ass now, not no Billie Jeans
Either you with me or you ain’t, no in between
Bitch got a dirty living room, but the kitchen clean
Your bitch keep on calling my phone, talking 'bout pimp me, please
Aw shit
I’m finna do this though
OK
Drag race down a nigga block, like I'm Kenneth Bailey
Drop 60 shells in his car almost killed the baby
Bitch, you only cook on weekends, I'm in the kitchen daily
I just met a 38 year old, he got 16 babies
How the fuck you the 'bow man with only sixteen eighthies?
She sucked my dick and I dip, do you miss me, baby?
Bitch cooked some sweet ass cornbread, is that jiffy, baby?
No pulp in my orange juice, is that Simply, baby?
I’ll cut your ass off quick, don't tempt me, baby
I hit the back of the coochie, you gotta tip me, baby
How do you want it?
How do you?
JoJo like KSi
Back of the van recording heat, we just set a trend
Knocked the door down to the rap game, they wouldn't let us in
Fuck all the hoes, my bitch know, she got 11 friends
We almost beat the whole game, we on level 10
Fucked two hoes that look alike, I'm separating twins
I can tell you how to drive my car, ah
I can tell you how to drive my car, demonstrate my Benz
I just put some lights on my jewelry, detailed my ice
Gonna get into it with Lil Jay, like did you sell my pint?
I'm tryna fuck my cousin bitch, can you tell his wife?
She don't put no seasoning on her chicken, you can tell she white
Gave her ass more than one chance, and she failed me twice
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