[Intro: Bottesen]

Yuh (What the fuck!?)

Aye

[Chorus: Bottesen]

Got my toys in the back like Santa

Make his arms cross like he watchin' Black Panther

"Why you block me?" I don't have the answers

Taxed that bitch, I'ma eat it like fanum (Aye)

Pop out, meet Dennis

Too many hoes, don't know how to manage

Told me she fuck if I bring her to Panama

Three rounds in and I ran out of stamina (Huh huh)

[Verse 1: Bottesen]

Got more shoes than a dad got booze

If you haven't read the news, nobody ain't losin'

Sippin' on Henny in the cruise, can't trade these views

Know your daughter stay choosin'

Movin', hit it one time, keep movin'

Didn't touch your girl, but she bumpin' my music

Groovin', lay it down the track and the groove

'Cause the bitches at my show sayin', "Botty, this is a movie" (Huh huh)

Chefin', I'm Stephen, I'm cookin', I'm Curry

I come with the 'leven, I'm bettin' you worry

My neck is a Blizzard, and yours is the Flurry

I'm airin' it out, then I leave in a hurry

I'm raisin' this shit like Cane's

I told you, I'm lettin' it rain

It's funny, when you at the top

How many real ones you know gon' remain?

[Chorus: Bottesen]

Got my toys in the back like Santa

Make his arms cross like he watchin' Black Panther

"Why you block me?" I don't have the answers

Taxed that bitch, I'ma eat it like fanum (Aye)

Pop out, meet Dennis

Too many hoes, don't know how to manage

Told me she fuck if I bring her to Panama

Three rounds in and I ran out of stamina (Huh huh)

[Verse 2: DigBar & Bottesen]

Man, bring me any women, I guarantee I can handle her

Ninety-nine rounds, I never run out of stamina

Neck hella cold, got my ice out of Canada

Four bitches on me, eight legs like tarantula

I ain't never gettin' tired, I got hella endurance

And make sure you stackin' money 'cause it's hella important

I'm with Botty in this bitch, and we bodyin' this bitch

We be killin' shit, feel like John Gotti in this bitch

Nigga, who knows? Prolly got yo' thottie in this bitch

Like judo, it's kickin' like karate in this bitch

Man, 2024, we finna make it to the top

We gon' keep doing numbers, that shit ain't gon' stop

Man, it's Digbar, ain't nobody doing this shit like me

Callin' me the goat, man, fuck it, guess I might be

Call yourself a rapper, but you only use a type beat

I get on anything, and I turn it into my beat (Aye)

[Chorus: Bottesen]

Got my toys in the back like Santa

Make his arms cross like he watchin' Black Panther

"Why you block me?" I don't have the answers

Taxed that bitch, I'ma eat it like fanum (Aye)

Pop out, meet Dennis

Too many hoes, don't know how to manage

Told me she fuck if I bring her to Panama

Three rounds in and I ran out of stamina (Huh huh)