[Intro]

I hit a new type of high

I got my ho getting naked on Skype

I call my lil' brother lil' zebra, he striped

I'm throwing these Percocets back like a strike (What?)

Yeah, I feel like a hunter

Slime kick the cup like a motherfuckin' punter

I brought the Activis bottle to London

I brought the Quagen prescription to Russia

(Wasn't that bad)

[Chorus]

Yeah, butter pecan seats, butter, butter pecan seats

Why is you cryin' to me? Bitch, why is you cryin' to me? (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)

House so big, bruh, the house so big, like, fuck the economy

Twenty-piece on my shirt, it's a twenty-piece on a hanger

Two-twenty piece for a two-day trip to fuck Topanga (This is a $hmoney exclusive)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I got my banger

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, more straps than a ranger

[Verse 1]

I hop in that booth, I'm spittin' the truth

I hop in that coupe, I'm burning up tires

That lil' .22, get hit in your tooth

I took off the roof a hundred-somethin' times

Slime said to pour up a deuce

The pussy got hit now he call for a truce

I beat up the beat and they say it's abuse

Start using your brain 'fore you blow out your mind

I hit a new type of high

I got my ho getting naked on Skype

I call my lil' brother lil' zebra, he striped

I'm throwing these Percocets back like a strike (What?)

Yeah, I feel like a hunter

Slime kick the cup like a motherfuckin' punter

I brought the Activis bottle to London

I brought the Quagen prescription to Russia

Slime said he feel like P. Diddy, he'll touch 'em

I'm in the mix, in the scene with a cutter

Sometimes I can't help but feel like Tha Carter

God knows I never would switch on my brother

Slatt pouring up like the cup out the gutter

I hit the beat, hit the beat like some butter

Lately, lil' reefuh had been on some other

Lately, lil' reefuh had been on some udder

Bitch, I'm a cash cow without the udder (Mud)

Step back, water (Shot)

Step back, swish (All net)

I'ma step back, swish on your daughter

[Chorus]

Yeah, butter pecan seats, butter, butter pecan seats

Why is you cryin' to me? Bitch, why is you cryin' to me?

House so big, bruh, the house so big, like, fuck the economy

Twenty-piece on my shirt, it's a twenty-piece on a hanger

Two-twenty piece for a two-day trip to fuck Topanga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I got my banger

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, more straps than a ranger

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah, flew through the store, flew through the store, this Giorgio

Fifteen sons in the rap game, including the one I took on Maury Show

Sliding down Forester, riding down Morris Road (Skrrt)

Touch down Corpus Christi, slatt was at the rodeo (Yee-haw)

Dropped all type of bags (Munyun), drop six on they bottom (Bottom)

Big sticks in the dress like I was a drag, hoping that I got him

I'm sayin' it's lag, I'm sayin' I'm laggin', on God, bitch, I would've shot him

Expensive everything, expensive, expensive, expensive shopper

He ain't buy nothin' but a gram, he bought a trip to the doctor

White girls off amphetamines, got white girls off of flakka

It's a ring on top my finger, yeah, I had to block her

Blockbuster, Glock up and shoot off of ten they roster