[Intro:]

Yeah, yeah, it's Young T

(T-T-T-T)

[Verse 1]

I was ridin' in my father's Skoda

Fuck my friends, I'm bumpin' Kota

A koala with a Kodak, Easter on the coast

I'm a mister with a cost

You got a mistress with a coat on

Goin' loco, man this shit is paramount

Luckily I'm finna put commas on my bank account next year

Yeah, that's what I said this year

Peers falling off of pear trees

Bungalows and dungarees

Waiting for the concubines

Ray-Ban shades without the glimpse of light

I got low battery and memory

I'ma install the lite version

I'm the offspring of Persians, ostriches and turtles

Gotta overtake that Rover, I-

Put the turbo, I see pretty good 'cause I don't sip purple

A murder with a mortal man is like you signed a contract with the Devil

You good now, you want a medal

While I press the pedal

Pedo fuckers wanna hit young lads, and they're shameful, huh

I hate y'all, yeah

This is young young tisti

Doing roadtrips with the roaches on the posters and they come from China

When we Flexin' Label line up

Haters R.I.P. in those spirals

What's a pirate with a pistol?

A Mustang with some beers on, the drinks on me

I never offer, fuck a membership

I'm not a gentleman, I'm masculine

You're masking truths and making it look cool

Fuck it, I ain't tryna be you

I was with Peto sippin' vodka lemon till he vomited

He got a lot of partners, I'll never know how he does it

And the summit was a bitch named Angeline

Nike kicks, people see me on the streets

And say they wanna rock with me

I don't play guitars so I decline and keep my pedestrian status

State of mind is lacking of awareness

I was fourteen, drunk with Tennent's

It's been a lot of years since I've been playing tennis

I prefer the titties, no balls

Everybody put on a show right now

Cause they're more likely to pretend than do it for real

I'm allergic to motherfuckers

The ones that pop up when they need and leave you dying in the storm

I'm not corny, I'm just corn

And she's not porny, she's just porn

Black like the chocolate that I've torn apart

Hope that she likes the end as much as I like the start

And I hope she don't fuck with trends

'cause I don't wanna play no parts

Tisti on the Skoda

You prolly only drove go-karts

And my life is way better than yours

I'm shooting for the stars

Like, for real