[Verse 1: Lilcockpump]

Ayy, now she pumpin' with the best

Lil Cock is a master

She put my head up to her chest and now I'm suckin' on her breast

Like it's wild, wild west, like it's wild, wild west

And I'm Will Smith, flex

DolphinBoyz up next

So these bitches wanna text, so these bitches wanna text

They see the ice on my neck, see the ice on my neck

And my wrist on flex, and my wrist on flex

See me cashing these checks

Talkin' green, like Rex

Like I talk Toy Story, yeah, I'm talking Toy Story

And you bitches be boring, yeah, you bitches be boring

And now these bitches is adoring, now these bitches is adoring

Lil Cock, boy, flooring

Talking pedal to the metal, blowing smoke like a kettle

Lil Cock, boy, a rebel

I'm blasting off, space shuttle

Little QB huddle

Yeah, I'm talking Kurt Warner

Yeah, I'm talking Tom Brady

And the Cock misbehaving

I got a bitch and I ain't shaving

And these bitches be complaining, and these bitches be complaining

'Cause the money ain't raining, 'cause the money ain't raining

But a few more hit and I'll be balling like McGrady

Cock eyes low, faded, Cock whippin' the Mercedes

Or I'm flexin' in the Hummer, you haters dumber, dumber

Plunge your bitch like a plumber

I'm shootin' off like a gunner

I'm scoring hit like a runner, like I'm Gary Payton Glover

Robin Williams, like I'm Flubber

And now I'm poppin' like a bubble

Tell your bitch that I can't love her

[Verse 2: Kay the Yacht]

Five, four, three, two, one nigga, take off

Milk mustache on a bitch, like Adolf

Ice on my neck, nigga, we can have a skate off

AK-47 only one I don't break off

Diggin' in her guts, lil' cock gone soft

Touch I'm at the top, gettin' top in the loft

Wild body wop, but niggas shootin', Rick Ross

Real nigga trapper since the baby had it cocked

Gotta pay the cost if you wanna be a boss

My OG got a coupon, nigga, I get half off

I be in the trap, nigga, mask on

Lil' uzi with a dick, you better back off

All my friends dead, I'm a nut job

Just got out of jail with the inside scoop

Banana split cream, bitch, I don't eat fruit

Kickin' in the cut like I know kung-fu

Shake and bake the cocaina, R.I.P. a beaner

Gucci on my beamer listening to Justin Bieber

I can't be defeated when I'm fighting in my feelings

Sting like a bee, still fuckin' on aquila (Boom boom)

White Chanel sneakers same color as my Adidas

Smokin' in the church, selling weed to all my preachers

Shake and bake the cocaina, R.I.P. a beaner

Gucci on my beamer listening to Justin Bieber (Skrt skrt skrt skrt)

[Outro: Kay the Yacht]

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