[Intro: 33 Savage]
Yeah
33 Savage
The morning after pill
Little Brother’s Shirt Ent

[Hook: 33 Savage]
Two fat bitches in a mansion
XL jeans but the waist still expanding
Said her ass wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan B’s
Bought her ass a thong but she stretched it to some grannies

[Verse 1: 33 Savage]
I can do my ABC’s, watch me count to three
This ain’t 21 bitch, this 33
Your bitch talkin’ shit and she really hurt my feelings
I cried so hard like I was onion peeling
Smoking on that dope and a n***a losing hope
Shirt so tight it’ll make a n***a choke
A n***a pulling hoes in the back seat of a Honda
One ho, two ho, watch me say my numbers
One, two, three, four, five, six, (murmering), one hundred!
Pull up on you, tie your daughter up, tell that bitch teach me how to read
Smokin’ on that gas for real, I couldn’t find my weed
This ain’t 21 bitch, this 33
I could do a magic trick, I bet you wanna see
Oops I stole your nose, now you can’t tell I farted
It had some liquid in it so you know I sharted
I got hit with the chopper and a n***a got shook
Had to take a break and go do my coloring book
I like all the colors in the crayon box
Then I masturbated in your Gucci flip flops
I pull my pants all the way down when I gotta pee
This ain’t 21 bitch, this 33

[Verse 2: Young Yachty Vert]
I been nice for all my life
Ice on my neck costs three times five
First I was three, then four, then five
I remember back one time when I was five
I went to the store to play Nintendo 64
Now I’m all grown and my house got sixty floors
Just did a show and spent a check on a llama
Now I fuck bitches what remind me of my mama
This on my wrist cost seven times three
That’s 21 but I’m with 33

[Verse 3: 33 Savage]
Tried to stunt on my ex but she went to Gary’s house
When I went to his house he had his willy in her mouth
Man that really really really really hurt my feelings
So I went to my Honda to masturbate some more
Asking me my age, what’s with all the questions ho?
Let me see, I think I’m this many years old
Smoking broccoli for real, couldn’t find my weed
This ain’t 21 bitch, this 33
I can say my ABC’s, watch me count to three
This ain’t 21 bitch, this 33
I got 33 n***as wearing Little Brother shirts
With the matching choker necklace with the matching miniskirts
Then I took your bitch to the movies
And I paid for everything, then she left and fucked my friend
Then I took her on a date again
Bought the whole bar
Then she fucked a stranger in my car
I guess a n***a had to learn a lesson
Third time a charm, tatted her face up on my arm
I live in a 12 car garage (for real)
I sleep in a 12 car garage (n***a I’m homeless)
33, why you so hard? (it’s that Viagra)
Why is this math so hard? (do my numbers)
Man Savage, you know I never heard your mixtape
Yeah fuck all that, ask my bitch how your dick tastes
Wait, no that’s not what I had meant to had said
Hold up, hold up

[Hook]
Two fat bitches in a mansion
XL jeans but the waist still expanding
Said her ass wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan B’s
Bought her ass a thong but she stretched it to some grannies
33, 33