[Intro]

Captain Crunch presents

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Jack

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Jack

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16yrold

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Jack

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Jack

D-D-D-David

[Chorus: David Shawty]

I'ma cook at the studio

I know something that you don't know

Gas taste like a fruit roll

And my pants, they two-tone

[?] in my bag, it's too full

I don't wanna dap, no kudos

I can be nice, I'm rude though

Nitemare shit, I'm on Pluto

[Verse 1: Yungster Jack]

(Jack)

She wanna talk, I got a new phone

She wanna suck on me like a noodle

Look at my car, painted it two-tone

Cute, I look so youthful

She can be my Belle, I can be her Beast

Tryna get these racks just like MrBeast

Shout-out to the guy outside 'cause he got me geeked

Man, shout-out to my new hoes 'cause I'm tryna freak

[Verse 2: David Shawty]

She follow me on Twitter, yeah, I think she want freak

@davidshawty, yeah, I think you should follow me

I might fall asleep, I'm not talking 'bout triple Z's

Nitemare pack, you can see it in my pee

I feel like [?] 'cause I'm reckless

Fill in the bubble, you don't wanna test it

She think she my girl, she my bestie

That's my bestie with benefits

Anything for the benefit

She touching my skin like [?]

Hit the ball to the centerfield

Pack on me, she like [?]

Can't talk to you, I got better deals

Hit up my plug, I'ma spend a mil'

Touching me, it's a better feel

[Verse 3: Lite Fortunato]

Yeah, I'm rocking a Rollie, it's two-tone

I'm sipping the codeine, no [?]

[?] little mama, I'm too stoned

Like the Emperor, I'm getting my groove on

My brothers are with me just like it's the [?]

Need me Rosetta, lil mama, I'm too stoned

It cost me two thousand just to put my shoes on

[?] outside, she [?]

I got the fetish for so many pairs

I want a blunt served [?] scale

She said, "Nato, please pay for my nails"

I love my plug 'cause my plug doin' deals

I don't want no love 'cause I know love ain't real

[?] bring no foreign [?]

My life is [?]

[Chorus: David Shawty]

(David)

I'ma cook at the studio

I know something that you don't know

Gas taste like a fruit roll (Da-Da-Da—)

And my pants, they two-tone

[?] in my bag, it's too full

I don't wanna dap, no kudos

I can be nice, I'm rude though

Nitemare shit, I'm on Pluto