​[Verse 1: David Shawty]
Cup, cup, cup full of Rainier
All these women, I hate here
Posted up with these reindeers
[?]

[Verse 2: Yungster Jack]
Cut, cut, cut through the corn bread
Three blonde bitches eating porridge
Knock, knock, knock on the parchment
[?] dab but I'm finna torch it
Bzzz, like a hornet
You said "Hey man, look at him pouring"
Can't stop me 'cause I'm in orbit
Grieve your problems, this shit corporate

[Verse 3: David Shawty]
All that product, this shit a factory
She wanna eat on my dick like attacking me
You tryna bust, you can't talk back to me
I feel like a quarterback, no one can tackle me
That is a pressed bar, press start
Blowing up like the Death Star
Okay bro, you're ahead of me, but you got a head start
Smoking on pack 'til my eyes bleed
Fucking on two twins, I think they siamese
I was at the mall, shout-out my bro Simon
Simon says she gon' do it perfect timing
You were at the dry cleaners and you needed a quarter
Fucking your bitch, I'm finna escort her
I got the fire, bro I got the mortar
I'm in space time traveling, Rick and Morty

[Verse 4: Yungster Jack]
Look at this man, Neil Armstrong
Crack that bitch 'cause my arms long
Posted up with a hard-on
Took his shit, now his car's gone
[?] looking in the mirror 'cause I'm so high
I don't wanna go out
I don't wanna fuck around online, doing some stupid shit
That's not how I wanna go out
Near the forest with the bees
Doing birds and the bees
I was trying to get geeked
Smoking pounds with the widows tinted in the Jeep

[Verse 5: David Shawty]
She wanna fuck me, she keep saying please
Smoking on grapefruit, look like a pee
I got the big racks, double D's
[?]
(Yungster Jack) (David)

[Outro: David Shawty & Yungster Jack]
Cup, cup, cup full of Rainier
All these women, I hate here
Posted up with these reindeers
Cut, cut, cut through the corn bread
Three blonde bitches eating porridge
Knock, knock, knock on the parchment
[?] dab but I'm finna torch it
Bzzz, like a hornet
You said "Hey man, look at him pouring"
Can't stop me 'cause I'm in orbit
Grieve your problems, this shit corporate
All that product, this shit a factory
She wanna eat on my dick like attacking me
You tryna bust, you can't talk back to me
I feel like a quarterback, no one can tackle me
That is a