BBC Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Yung Codfixe & Yung P Dough]
God damn, Yung P Dough made another hit for real man
Respect the drip Karen
Aye, I'm gay, yuh
b*tch, ooh, god damn

[Verse 1: Yung P Dough]
di*k be thinner than a stick
Why the f*ck your granny so thick?
That sh*t be unrealistic, ay, ay, yuh (Ooh)
b*tch I go no life, I be calling anime girls my wife
b*tch on my di*k, and I'm doing it quick
And bust on her face, and I'm catchin' a case
And I'm catchin' a case, when I hit on her face
With my fat c*ck and it sends her to space, god damn
(Ooh, I don't know what I'm saying, that was off beat)
f*cking grannies all day, every night
Man, that pus*y is real tight
Just hit my dad in the head with my bike
And I leaked Obama's IP Address
Oh sh*t, your b*tch gonna undress, god damn

[Verse 2: Xilo]
b*tch you is my brofi, sippin' lean, with codeine
All you b*tchеs know me, yeah, you got the sh*t, off a cliff
I don't еven need to get it, suck his di*k
Yeah you really wanna beat 'em like you is a cop
And now I'm gettin' on my knees when I suck his c*ck
I am the sussy, I'm a sussy baka, f*ck you with your gun
I don't even need to hit it, but I'll f*ck you and your son
Got your dad in my basement, I don't even say sh*t
If you tryna f*ck, I got a bullet for your name, b*tch
I'm the best best, b*tch you really is a b*tch list
I may hit you motherf*ckers, motherf*ckers miss fit
I been tryna game, you got games on your phone? No?
Ok, I'ma just default dance on your ass b*tch, I'm out
[Verse 3: Yung Spinach c*mshot]
Holy sh*t, this song is so bad
I like playing some of that good old Among Us
My di*k is way larger than Big f*cking Chungus
My anus hair is growing like a motherf*cking fungus
You already know my bank account is humongous
I'ma f*ck a girl whenever I f*cking want to
I like slurping pus*y juice like it's a f*cking fondue
pus*y so wet I might need a f*cking pontoon
I only know that word exists 'cause I be playing Bloons, ay

[Verse 4: Yung Grippy]
b*tch I’ll give a sh*t if I bust in her mouth
Then I’ll f*ck her hard all the way down in the south
Don’t give a f*ck I’ll bust all up on her tits
Then I’ll pound her clit into a big slimy mush
Was off the molly I f*cked her mom
When I come around there it’s with the tom
This b*tch got my di*k fruit
And she choking man these b*tches wish they had my loot
So I curb stomp them with my Timb boots

[Verse 5: Yung Codfixe]
I run back, then I jump, and hit it with my sausage
I just realized, I've done some critical damage
Why you b*tches be so hypocritical, savage
All you peons talk sh*t, but all your b*tches average
Don't talk to me like that, you look like you're from the zoo
I've been cooking up brand new bangers in the stu
Bro you ugly as hell, but I'll steal your momma
Nah, just playin' I'm chillin' with my bro Obama
[Verse 6: Lil Bean]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, one, two, pull up with a tool, aye
Teaching b*tches how to flow and spit, I could start a school
I’m not one to pull up, throw some hands, always keep my cool
But it don’t mean that I’m always chill, b*tch I ain’t a fool
Cotton Candy Faygo hella blue, sh*t look like a pool
Talk sh*t and you get hit with this K, I don’t make the rules
f*ck around and cuddle with his b*tch, I might f*ck her too
Pass the mic and turn up on the beat, spazzin' in the stu, b*tch