[Intro]

(You're listening to a 2up exclusive, bitch)

[Chorus]

I'm so cooked just like some bacon, with my thot ho, they tryna amaze me

And she top me off, amazing

We'll consider that that boy itchin'

Buyin' this badass bitch an anklet, just like cookies, we gon' bake 'em (Yeah)

Yeah, I ain't fake it, yeah, baking soda make it, yeah

With Jamaicans, yea, shoot you in your face, bitch, yeah

We gon' flake a bitch, all in my ear like fungus, yeah

We gon' make it, yeah, swear to God we gon' make it, yeah

[Verse]

Big Glock, that's so dangerous, flick so hot, it camе from Haiti, yeah

Big ARP, aim at ya, he swear hе him, he ain't at all

Ball hard with the animals, I play hard, you on standard, ho

New ho up in my cameo, shoot yo' ass on camera, folk

I'on take no edibles, but this Perc' look like edible

She eat me up like Danimal, I can't help, I can't stand this ho

We on shit like Pampers, ho, White plug just like Semetary

Stupid ho, act like you stop carin', know I'm in this party, I'll fuckin' air it

We run shit like you run errands

You talk too much, you fuckin' Karen

I jump off this cliff, I'm fuckin' darin'

I talk to my [?]

Oh yeah, I'm booted off three damn Xans

I might fuck on three damn fans

Touch fuckin' green like Sam I Am

In Miami like fuckin' Bam

We live once, like, fuck it, man

Big ass fye, I break it down

Glock in the sprayground, spray the ground

Boy, we aim with the same amount

I want you bitch, shut your mouth

Girl, he run up, he get the cake pop

Yeah, he talk shit then K' bouncin'

And he ain't gon' shoot, boy, he ain't a boss nigga

Nigga want the smoke, take him out then

You don't got the pole, came with my nigga

I know he a ho, penthouse new shit

Shoot his body up, in the party

Che'll turn up to smoke pounds, nigga

We some wolves, yeah, we really hound niggas

Just like a dog, we gon' put him down, nigga

Big Glock, I got chips on it

You can't rock if you ain't my nigga

Bangin' Glocks like surround sound, nigga

This bitch sexy red, come to pound town then

Stick got plenty legs, they go bow-bow, nigga

Niggas askin' how I-, no I don't nigga

Doin' donuts when we drive 'round, ayy

I'm a king, better bow down, ay

Thirty singin' like Bow Wow, then it go

[Chorus]

I'm so cooked just like some bacon, with my thot ho, they tryna amaze me

And she top me off, amazing

We'll consider that that boy itchin'

Buyin' this badass bitch an anklet, just like cookies, we gon' bake 'em (Yeah)

Yeah, I ain't fake it, yeah, baking soda make it, yeah

With Jamaicans, yea, shoot you in your face, bitch, yeah

We gon' flake a bitch, all in my ear like fungus, yeah

We gon' make it, yeah, swear to God we gon' make it, yeah

[Outro]

(Make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah)