[Verse 1: Death Strida]

Twerk that ass babe, gotta lotta weight

Ass so fat babe, twerk that ass babe

I don't know her name - Call her Catty Phatty

Ridin' in a caddy

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk all that ass bitch

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk till that ass slips

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk all that ass bitch

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, Strida on some shit

Move that ass and earn some cash

Ay, bitch, I got a lot of that

I thor these bands up in the air

You catch 'em with your ass clap

Locked in a thirst trap, I love her thigh gap

She bombin', co cap, might hit a fast fap

[Hook: Big Caesar] x2

Donk so sick, caught my seed like I'm a spray tan

Honk my stick, run my meat like I'm your prey, damn

[Verse 2: Lord Distortion]

Twerk that fat ass with 'em titties too

Cleaned that ass crack of all that shit and poop

Twerk that ass babe, it's clapping like a crowd

She got a mossive toshe, I'm boutta eat it out

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk in the end zone

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk on my plateau

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk on the get go

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk gotta let go

Low down, down low, girl, can you touch your toes?

Got her ass to the sky like a missle silo

I know, I know, that she only want that dought

And she might get a dollar if she throw it real low

Swear she give my coodies, her ass ain't lookin' 2D

That ass is lookin' 6D, got me lookin' loopy

This is the twerklight zone

Big booty in my turf type zone

I really hope she wanna slurp my rope, my rope

[Hook: Big Caesar] x2

Donk so sick, caught my seed like I'm a spray tan

Honk my stick, run my meat like I'm your prey, damn

[Verse 3: nAvvvi]

Baby, twerk that fat ass, fuckin' make that cunt sweat

Ya, your life is busted, that don't mean you can't smash

Yea, fuck! I'm smurf, blue balls

Fat cock, big halls, free run, titanfall

Twerk, twerk, twerk, break that ass into a split

Twerk, twerk, twerk till that fuckin' pussy spit, ya

Twerk, twerk, twerk, yea, I heard you gotta fat clit

Twerk, twerk, twerk, I'm your mothafuckin' culprit

Sayin' I'ma singer cuz you sleepin' with your sirens

Joinin' you together like a mothafuckin' hyphen

Talkin' you down homie, thinkin' he a swinger

Fuckin' stupid ass dude, bro, I'll crush your fuckin' fingers

Oh fuck, thinkin' I don lost my shit

Oh fuck, you so dang thicc

Oh fuck, never want a problem

Oh fuck, heard you liked my album

[Verse 4: Big Ceasar]

Got a lot of pounds up in your bank, will make 'em piggy buns

Go bang, up on my meat, no longer hang, it's stiff and solid like a freezer

I was trippin' in Ibiza, but your rear end had me back to life

I fell Jason Bourne without amnesia

If you're not twerkin' or puttin' work in

Then I'd rather see you pounce upon my fancy lil' gherkin

Pieces slide the bread aside, assertion, that's my courtest, I'm honest

See you twerkin' leave that tushie like a murder scene, eeoo woo

Bitch, I'm not certain, but we can call this emergency

As my D Rise in urgency, I'ma set it off the map

Contender back in the ring, call me the surgeon of virgins

See, I'ma high five a cervix until it's cavin' in

[Hook: Big Caesar & nAvvvi] x2

Donk so sick, caught my seed like I'm a spray tan

Honk my stick, run my meat like I'm your prey, damn