[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, slicin' on the pus*y like a battle axe, uh
Got a bigger ass than a Cadillac, uh
n*ggas blind to drip, they got cataracts
f*cked my baby momma on a muh'f*ckin' yoga mat, uh
Hunnid phone, hunnid phone, backtrack
Laughing at these n*ggas like I'm muh'f*ckin' Flapjack, uh
I don't f*ckin' gamble, f*ck blackjack
School of rockin' n*ggas like I'm motherf*ckin' Jack Black, uh (yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f*ck 'round, pus*y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f*ck 'round, you get murked
These n*ggas b*tches, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*tch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it (Ayy)
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
n*ggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n*gga throw a backpack, n*gga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f*ck n*gga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*tch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy!
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo
[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder
And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers
He threw me some game and I swear I won't fumble
Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer
Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla
The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger
Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie
Until he score millions, I won't leave the goalie
Pass 'em the mittens, he never betrayed me
The E30 sitting, the LT my daily
The engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor
When I move, it moves, the transmission like Luda
Ketchup like packets, my new n*gga pretty
Your new b*tch is tacky like Busta Rhymes jackets
Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action
We exhale you inhale and asthma attack
Teeing off, n*ggas nauseous as f*ck
f*ck you thought? b*tch, it's GOLF
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed"
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
This sh*t going crazy, I swear I go crazy
I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby
We running the thing *gibberish* I just ran out of words