[Chorus: Pony Boy]
Ass up face down on some iddy biddies
Got money stacked up to the ceiling ceiling
Young frank got you in your feeling feelings
Lil tabs on my tongue got me tripping tripping
Ass up face down on some iddy biddies
Got money stacked up to the ceiling ceiling
Young frank got you in your feeling feelings
Lil tabs on my tongue got me tripping tripping
Ass up ass up ass up
Face down, ass up ass up ass up
Face down, ass up, face down ass up
Ass up, face down ass up ass up
[Post-Chorus: Eli Rozas]
Ass up throw it up like you drinking crazy
Ass up throw it up like you graduating
No cap no gown make my momma frown
But let’s see if these green turn it upside down
Ass up throw it up like you drinking crazy
Ass up throw it up like you graduating
No cap no gown make my momma frown
But let’s see if these green turn it upside down
[Verse 1: GENERIC G]
Chop it up but we ain’t from the south side
Soccer mom car Honda what I drive
Jason rock green golf on his feet
Posted in the booth, not in the street
Out the womb, I knew what ima be
Main objective was getting all the cheese
Maybe get some girls on their knees
Or maybe guys cause I like all my curly fries
So fuck the people who pray on my demise
Cut ya off like a DIY circumcise
As you can see I’m flowing like I’m JID
Funny part is to ya I’m a KID
So my opinion is equivalent to trash
What’s the point of me going to class?
Fuck all your credits and fuck your degree
Ima cure the world with no PhD
[Verse 2: SRLO]
2 0 1 9 ending real fine with that numba nine
Sippin red wine with the whole band, uh
White fans with their new tans, uh
White fans with their new mans, yea
White males make women bans, yea?
Biggie used that old piece, uh
Movin free with my new piece with my new piece hard copy Jamie
Jamie Reid on my pants, “ID on your pants”?
Trees stocks the industry
From rack dollar jeans to fitted mom jeans
Clever bigotry was the seed to poli seats
Bitter biters, uh-uncool fit attires
Jeans fit my vicious waist
Had to clear some space
Got girls screamin'
Jose! Jose!
[Chorus: Pony Boy]
Ass up face down on some iddy biddies
Got money stacked up to the ceiling ceiling
Young frank got you in your feeling feelings
Lil tabs on my tongue got me tripping tripping
Ass up face down on some iddy biddies
Got money stacked up to the ceiling ceiling
Young frank got you in your feeling feelings
Lil tabs on my tongue got me tripping tripping
Ass up ass up ass up
Face down, ass up ass up ass up
Face down, ass up, face down ass up
Ass up, face down ass up ass up
[Post-Chorus: Eli Rozas]
Ass up throw it up like you drinking crazy
Ass up throw it up like you graduating
No cap no gown make my momma frown
But let’s see if these green turn it upside down
Ass up throw it up like you drinking crazy
Ass up throw it up like you graduating
No cap no gown make my momma frown
But let’s see if these green turn it upside down
[Verse 3: Endel]
Let’s see if these greens turn it up
If you don’t want it in your mouth
Can I put it in your butt
New bitch a hybrid she a motherfucking mutt
You coming out a butter knife
Bitch I’m coming out the cut
Don’t tuck my crown I’m a king I’m a tut
Tryna bust a cashew and a motherfucking nut
Only work with mastiffs, I don’t work with no pups
With a pimple or a shoulder, I’m a get you with a bump, nigga