[Chorus:Pootie Mungus]

Bitch I hit the raps like what

Writing all this down in the back of the bus

I ain't fuckin with you cause you lookin very sus

Pootie mungis always stay so deep in the cut

[Verse l: Pootie Mungis]

I think I might float

Cause bitch I’m so fly

My feet ain't touched the ground since like mid July

Man I stay up on my grind dedicated to the rhymes

Insert your favorite cliché and I’ll come back with a sigh

Most these pussies said everything I wanna say

Sometimes I ask myself why the fuck I even stay

In the rap game all this shit sounds the same

But then I’m like, “Grey man, what the hell else you gon do?”

I could be a shady ass dude tryna steal shit

I could take the sack make some money tryin flip it

I could get some turntables try and get the party lit

Or I could hit the block and try to meet up with kevin’s bitch

I could hop on Instagram and holler at some fake bitches

I could surf the couch and smoke dope until my asshole itches

I could hit the thrift store and pickup someone else’s britches

I could try to rob some dudes and end up with a bunch of stiches

What I’m tryin say is all the days they blend together man

I rap, I don’t, I will, I won't, I’m out, I’m hype, I’m goin ham

All the same thing at the end of the day fam

So I’ma keep doing what I’m doing and enjoy it man

[Half assed mumble Chorus]

Pootie mungis what?

What the fuck you thankin?

Pootie comin through with the back seat stankin

Throwin out checks, we leavin’ em blank and

The crew be snappin necks cause we love it frankly

We so gravy we so wavy we so shady

Fuckin up greatly thats my mantra

And get them comas

Gotta stay on it like a car bonnet

Never fucking got that

But I really like it when she on that

Grinding like a flat bar on my fuckin d hat

Lol

Better yet rofflecopter

Laughin at your bitch cause she’ll never cop her

Mulberry, Gucci, shit no prada

Cause ya broke ass can't afford tap water

Money in my bank is like it’s pourin from a silver spoon

Pootie ion the track is like the devil in ya living room

Carolina reaper on a feature when I spit at you

I just fucked yo girl because my dude you’re so hospitable

I don’t give a fuck if you pitched on the sack

Cause ya girl in the back And she waiting on that

Incredible pootie mungis sack

To aggressively slap On the back of her ass

Hit her with the bigger and the better of the mack

That I got in my repetwa then that’s that

You can say goodbye

But you know that it ain't even just a little surprise

You could see it in her cold dead bitch of some eyes

She like a dope feind lookin at the heat on a pipe

She like a fat kid lookin in a bag for some fries

[Chorus:Pootie Mungus]

Bitch I hit the raps like what

Writing all this down in the back of the bus

I ain't fucking with you cause you look very sus

Pootie mungis always so deep in the cut