[Intro]
Fuck goin' on, maajins

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twin sharing is caring (Shmack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that Karen, bitch
I'm shittin on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent, bitch (Bitch)
I'm seeing they ass fall off, you dissappearing (Oh)
With these racks I'ma double up, make it dissappear (Oh Lord, yeah, yeah)
In a big ol', big ol' Tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Uhh)

[Verse 1: CHUXXI]
I want my diamonds dancing so I bought that bitch from Eliantte
Love the money, swear to God, I put my trust in all these hunnids
I got your bitch right in my bed, bitch don't make me catch a body, (yeah, yeah)
I'm popping all the rocks, I fell in love with Percocet
I give that bitch some Percy-dick, we having Perco-sex'
Bitch I'm shooting out the Tonka, baby boo, I'm CHUXXI Monster
D-d-dropped out highschool I ain't never seen a college
AMG, got twenty-two's, why the fuck you think I'm cocky

[Verse 2: Yeat]
Old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer
In the crib, mama count this money, make that reappear
Hunnid-fifty's, rackie fitness, money counters, all I hear
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get yo' ass up outta' here
I'm so high off this Oxy', I bet I couldn't even steer
I feel like I'm up sideways, where'd you—, where'd you get that molly?
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly
Yeah, the way she ride the dick, just like you ride a trolley
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this shit so purple just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talking brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby, so come, come get it off me
[Verse 3: CHUXXI]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah-yeah
I wake up early mornin', bitch it's time to get the racks
They don't know I been a hunnid up, I really get you wet
Get the Quarter-Pounder-Molly up then see how that bitch stack
Got my bitch outside, she running laps, sha'carri on the track
Don't rock Amiri', that shit silly, only rock the Saint Laurent
I put your bitch up in the kitchen and you know she shakin' rocks

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twin sharing is caring (Shmack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that Karen, bitch
I'm shittin on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent, bitch (Bitch)
I'm seeing they ass fall off, you dissappearing (Oh)
With these racks I'ma double up, make it dissappear (Oh Lord)
In a big ol', big ol' Tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Uhh)