[Intro: Whatchyamacallit and Flynt Flossy]

Yo, this is Turquoise Jeep

Ha, we bout to freak this

Off the dome, baby

Ayo, first off we got F. Floss

Go

[Verse 1: Flynt Flossy]

F. Floss

Internatio-known

Get back with your wack raps and give Flynt Floss the throne

F. Floss, the one and only boss

I got a whole lotta wins and not one loss

I'm tired of wack MCs tryna be me

I'm a Mac, you're PC

I'm 80, you BC

New realm, new species

Close your eyes, can't see me

I'm the shhhh- Another word feces

All truth, no lies

My flow hotter than four McDonalds apple pies

Have your girl creeping at my crib at sunrise

Sneaking in your room before you open your еyes

No surprise that my flow this sick

I cut up this track, I need a first aid kit

Making new words likе dismalificous

I'm just so sick it may seem ridiculous

I know they say Floss just so conspicuous

But the game need Floss, so applaud

He exists

Hahaha

[Verse 2: Yung Humma]

It's my turn, Floss

From the top of the head to the tip of the tongue

Let's go

Yung Humma

Sorry I been waiting

But I was in the back, butt naked, roller skating

Mhm, every time I start rapping

Folks start to cheer, I can hear my grandmama clapping

She said "go ahead sweetie"

My rhymes are so healthy, you'd think I was spitting Wheaties

Mhm, my competition is zero

I'm invincible, call me Humma the hero

Yung Humma, hard break kid of the Jeep

When ladies play with me you know that they playing for keeps

By the time she gets to me she's been waiting for weeks

Authoring the game of smanging, [?]

Women anticipating like they're preparing for summer

Anxious for pizza boy to come and melt their butter

She walks in the room and I'm gonna take her under

Subwoofing in her jeans, call it beats by Humma

Your girl smiles at me, she remembers my girth

I can't help it, dawg, I've been like that since birth

There's more heat in my rhymes than the core of the earth

You think that you could measure up? You're overstepping your worth

'Cause I'm systematic, erratic, my words are like an attic

Addicted to spitting, turning protagonists fanatics

Interlovers are real-ish, changing their habits

Farmer in the fields, eating you haters, calling you cabbage

Hmmm

[Verse 3: Whatchyamacallit]

Yo can I try this rap thing for a second?

Let's go

Whatchya, coming at ya with a real life metaphor

Met your girl, laid her down, whatchu think I met her for?

Heartbreaks, promises, I been there, done that

Your girl, my crib, ha

[?], I got my own style

Dominoes can't deliver that

Sold out shows, fan pics, Instagram that

So what we talking for?

Your girl I did explore

Ate her up and threw her out like an apple core

So shawty what's your name?

I checked her resume

Lame dudes be trying but they're forever fake

Not tryna have my cake, and then I eat it, too

But it's a shame if I sing or spit better than you

[Outro: Flynt Flossy and Yung Humma]

Haha

Turquoise Jeep, what else you need?

We out, baby