[Intro]
Who?, yeah
Yeah, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go

[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 (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his monеy, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackiе fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here

[Verse: DAZEAGK]
(Yuh, ay)
Fuck, you movin' bricks
I'm gonna hit that bitch up and she suckin' on that dick (Mmm)
That bitch, she so sick
I'm gonna hit that chain
I'm gonna hit that lick (Yuh, ay)
Bass full on Raycons
Shoot the Rayguns
Yeah, you know who is gone
Yeah, it is-is-is-is
Yeat and Daze on a song
You know where we belong (Yuh, ay)
She suck on my glizzy, that dick is like extra long
She gon' suck that shit on my Rollie
4 TN's and that bitch feelin' sorry
Rockin' that blue, bitch, I'm rockin' that Gatti
Drinking up the Henny and I'm drinking up Bacardis
Yuh, I'm smokin' on that shit
F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' bitches
That bitch bigs up in my fucking business
You don't even know my fucking litness (Yuh, ay)
[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 (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Ooh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here