[Intro: Adapt & ROMVN]
Ayy! That fart (Yeah, ayy, YUNG ROMVN)
Okay (Yeah, here we go)
That fart (You ready, let's get it, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN]
We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah)
Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah)
I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit)
G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yuh)
[Refrain: Adapt & ROMVN]
Ayy! Huh, what? That fart (Woo)
Still making vids yeah I'm in my prime
Lil' bitch, I'm back and poppin'
Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stoppin' (Never stoppin')
Spaghetti and hot pockets, bitch you know I'm farting (Ayy, ayy, bangers)
[Verse 1: Adapt & ROMVN]
Quarter pounder Burger King (Skrr, skrr, skrr)... that fart (Woo)
Hitting stankers like I'm Rain (That's my boy Nordan)... that fart (Yeah)
480 where we make that stank (Down in Arizona)... that fart (Yeah)
Fans trying to get in but we got that gate
Fart or don't, boy choose your fate
Bangers on bangers boy (Yeah)
Six years I've been doing this (Doin' it)
Keep talking Rice gon' make a diss
You just shot but you gon' shoot and miss (Bang bang)
Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, boy
GTR, you know I whip in it
When I skrrt you know I rip in it
So loud it sound like you fart in it (Oh God, bang bang)
[Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN]
We don't conversate if you don't stank (No), that fart (Yeah)
Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.), that fart (Yeah)
I need toilet paper, that fart (Woo, give me that shit)
G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Ayy)
[Verse 2: ROMVN]
Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
Oh shayte, oh shayte, that fart
Farting on these haters 'cause I ate Chipotle, that fart (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that fart (Nordan ayy!)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo!)
Yeah I be back on my rap shit, trap shit (Ayy)
'Bout to pull off in a nice whip
Got chicks, standing looking better than a bad bitch (Bitch)
In my new car got no key, just a nice switch
Night trip, got me moving quicker than a olive
Why you moving slow? Yeah you're looking like an old bitch
All we do is win need Febreze 'cause I'm shitting
Better bring the water 'cause this fire what I'm spitting
Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning
Bitch I got the liquor so you know that I be sippin'
All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin', here, never chillin'
Always grinding 'cause the money only thing on my mind
Yeah, never got that time, always got them dimes, yeah
Keep talking I'ma get that nine, ayy
Keep talking I'ma get that nine, ayy, yeah
Get that nine, ayy, all of my bitches they dimes
Ayy, yeah, I got the time
Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it's flodded, ooh
All of these bitches they ugly, ooh
All of my bitches they pretty, ooh
Running all this shit
Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like ayy
[Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN]
We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah)
Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah)
I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit)
G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yuh)
[Verse 3: Adapt]
Four mill', yeah I made it, still ain't changed... that fart
Going so hard it smell kinda strange... that fart
Hop on Postmates get that Cane's (get that Cane's)... that fart
Don't forget to call the gate
Hop in the R8, head that way
Viral on top of viral, boy
So much it smellin' vile, boy
Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy
But the coach said I'm too small, boy
So I hopped on free-for-all
Shots out the crane, I'm looking tall
If it ain't about money please don't give me that call
We only play melee we ain't fucking with the brawl
[Bridge: ROMVN]
Yeah, ayy, never play brawl, ooh
Turned myself into a boss, ooh
Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh
I'm only drinking on Voss, ooh
Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin' to call
Yeah, yeah, they don't wanna see us ball
[Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN]
We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah)
Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah)
I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit)
G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yuh)
