[Intro]

(DJ Crazy)

(Ayo, Crazy, stop that)

[Chorus]

I heard they count us out but now we really on some shit

Pull up to the party like, "Skrrt," I think it's really time to blick

Like, let's turn up in this bitch

She turn me on, I can't get off, I think I need a fix

She tryna feed me, shit was good, I think she need a tip

[Verse 1]

I'm on some sleazy shit, pour up the Wock', oh, shit, I'm thinkin' quick

She for the team and shit, they be cuffin' these thots, I don't really do relationships

Like, damn, baby, hold on, she want me get naked but I fuck with my clothes on

Breakin' her back for a couple of minutes, she want me go slow but I ain't really tryna go long

Turn up on niggas, thеy see how I flex, like, "What's that shit 'round your neck?"

I don't comе out but when I pop out, had the nine in my pocket, and I ain't really tryna plex

How y'all mad that I'm chasin' a check? They mad 'cause they see me up next

Fifties and hundreds, I'm chasin' a bag, track star in this shit, man, I'm chasin' it fast

[Verse 2]

Dickhead, I got you shakin' your hips like Sou, I'm shakin' that shit on my lip

She see on the 'Gram I'm the man, a hundred K, lil' bitch, I'm thick

Dickhead, I'm in the club gettin' humpy, I'm in this bitch with J Money

[Refrain]

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

[Verse 3]

Your five, my five, it's time for tipoff

Dickhead, I get the bag and criss-cross

I ain't wanna kiss 'cause the bitch got lip gloss

I ain't wanna shoot so I pass like Chris Paul, yeah

I'm humpy, I'm humpy, I'm humpy, I'm humpy

[Chorus]

I heard they count us out but now we really on some shit

Pull up to the party like, "Skrrt," I think it's really time to blick

Like, let's turn up in this bitch

She turn me on, I can't get off, I think I need a fix

She tryna feed me, shit was good, I think she need a tip

[Refrain]

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

[Verse 4]

Hop in the foreign, I'm feelin' like Fivio

I want the head and rhe cooch', then it's "Adios"

Get gone, she wanted dinner, I took her to Domino's (Ah)

Get gone, she on her way and I'm tellin' her "Vamanos"

Bust down the Rollie with diamonds, no cuts

We gotta get to the money, what's up?

Shit, we on a mission, straight out the gutter, I gotta go get it

We goin' crazy with Crazy, it's fire

Finna carry like a riot

Burnin' the booth and I don't need a lighter

He gettin' money, that boy is a liar

What's in the bag? I'm hoppin' in Jag's

[Refrain]

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

Get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy