[Intro: Lil Dubble U and yvngxchris]

And this stick got a kick like jujitsu

Chris walk around with a missile

I call a-

Little nasty bitch, I knew you was a freak

And she said I'ma dog, bitch, give me a treat or two

And I got a scope on the mo'fuckin' glizzy, you know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you

Bro, why the fuck do this bitch- I love DJ GREN8DE

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]

Man, I swear that this shit do not even matter

Take your bitch on a date, I'ma eat it after

Yeah, I know that she sexy, but when she take it off, I swear to God, she lookin' even badder

Do the white man choker, no Stephan Letter

Bring that lil' bitch to the telly so we can pass her

And she suckin' my dick, it's so damn astounding

And I just got a check, I don't gotta count it

'Cause the money count it, count it up, it go beep

My bitch like Coi Leray, she so petit

And I'm coolin' with [?], yeah, we on the beach

And I said, "Are you hungry? Let's do Uber Eats"

Why she tell me to eat her booty in the sheets?

Little nasty bitch, I knew you was a freak

And she said I'ma dog, bitch, give me a treat or two

And I got a scope on the mo'fuckin' glizzy, you know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you

Bro, why the fuck do this bitch keep on blowin' up my fuckin' phone? I'ma KanKan—beat on you

I really rock out with that out of Joe Method

I was fuckin' your shorty, that's why she still textin'

And I'm only one twenty, but yeah, I still flexin'

And this stick got a kick, I'ma send him to heaven

[Verse 2: Lil Dubble U]

And this stick got a kick like jujitsu

Chris walk around with a missile

I call a play, they gon' blitz you

Tax for a fee and I told 'em to rent dude

I'm refereeing, said I'm too official

Chrome Heart on my t-shirt

Skate on the beat, hit a backside revert

And I just turned my music on your momma speaker

Stick in the box and it go like "Ee-er"

How you get cheese and you lactose intolerant?

Shoutout Tae Retro, I'm bumpin' "Synonymous"

I go ultra instinct, autonomous

Me and yvngxchris be the goats, that's obvious

And I just left the telly, came back with two treeshes

Buddy threw me her dope, some trash, I'm keeping it

And she said I'ma dog, but I throw all the leashes

And these apples be sweeter than Georgia peaches

And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter

To be honest, this really don't even matter

Run up on me, some' glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh, yeah

And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter

To be honest, this really don't even matter

Run up on me, some glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh