[Verse: Lil Goat & Ralan Styles]
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, I can't fuck with shorty if she run through, uh
Three, four, three, four, ask her ''Where the weed go?''
Got two bitches, need three mo', uh
Five, six, five, six, five, six, five, six, I can't put my dick inside a dry bitch, uh
Seven, eight, seven, eight, he about to levitate
I'mma send his soul to the heaven gates, uh
Nine, ten, nine, ten, brand new Coupe
I'm slidin', shorty got a fine friend, ouh
Eleven, twelve, eleven, twelve, knew that I would never fail
Talk my shit, I do it very well, uh
Thirteen, fourteen, yo' bitch adore me
First class flights I'm boardin', uh
Fifteen, sixteen, all I know is get cream
Gotta watch my life from the big screen, uh
Seventeen, eighteen, know my bitch is crazy
I don't wanna shorty who gon' play me, hey
Nineteen, twenty, nineteen, twenty, when it comes to hoes, I get plenty, uh
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty-two, I'ma hit my n***as to get rid of you
Twenty-three, twenty-four, she like ''Where we finna go?''
I'ma buy her ticket to the liquor store, uh
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-six, all my n***as ride around with plenty sticks
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, take her on a dinner date
Told her she can order her as many steaks, uh
Twenty-nine, thirty, twenty-nine, thirty, on her whole lip like a herpe, uh
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm about to murder you
Then toss my hat like Shmurda do, uh
Thirty-three, Thirty-four, shorty is a dirty whore
So I had to fuck her on a dirty floor, uh
Thirty-five, thirty-six, yeah, I had to curve the bitch
Whole gang pullin' up with dirty sticks, uh
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, shorty suck my dick before my flight I pulled up and it almost made me late, uh
Thirty-nine, forty, bitch, don't record me
When I'm in your house I Corey, uh