[Intro: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
Uh, uh
Waddlltt, ayy, ayy
Uh-uh
Rugrat, that's that YC (Rugrat, that’s that YC)
(Ayy, Xair, you made this bitch?)
Yeah, huh, huh (I'm the GOAT, I don't give a fuck, ayy)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Man, man, Rugrat)
[Verse 1: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
Yeah, a White boy with a big stick, call me Cracker Barrel (Call me—, ayy)
Know we get them loads in, get ’em out of there (Ayy, ayy)
I've been servin' straight pies like the state fair (Like the state fair)
Still baggin' up, I told 'em, "I'm on the way there" (I'm on the way there)
12 done hit the wrong crib, I don't even stay there (I don’t even stay there)
I was dealt a bad hand, that’s why I don't never play fair (I don’t never—, huh, huh)
Left they ass bleedin' like the motherfuckin' steak rare (Waddlltt, ayy)
[Verse 2: BLP KOSHER & 1900Rugrat]
Life card holder, I'll shoot you with my wallet (Ha, ha, ha)
Cheap gas, I’m at The Rocket, runnin' beef just like the Sonic (Ayy)
It's still Nazi pack, even though I'm sober, I'll be honest (I'll be honest)
But when a opp die, I'm smokin' big doinks in Amish (Ayy)
Put a bounty on your head, I'm the quicker picker-upper (Come on)
This shit way worse than Hurricane Milton, like, "Where the shutters?" (Whew, whew, uh-uh)
It's rainin' Hornadys, check the forecast (Forecast)
And if money comes from trees, then I'm the Lorax (Then I'm the Lorax, ayy)
[Verse 3: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
The fam' still gettin' fed if I go fed (On God)
Still run that money up, even with no legs (Waddlltt)
I'm with Kosher, we gon' keep it kosher, I'm all 'bout my bread ('Bout my G's)
I'm in Boulder, smokin' strong like boulders, gettin' to my head (Dreidel, dreidel, ayy)
Eight deep with eight flames, this shit look like Hanukkah (Come on)
Drop a bag on his head, somethin' like a yamaka
Up the choppa, get to blowin', call that bitch Harmonica (Frr)
I done bulletproofed the Lamb', nah, this ain't no Cybertruck (Buh, buh)
[Verse 4: BLP KOSHER & 1900 Rugrat]
I was flat-footed, now I step like Dr. Scholl's (Dr. Scholl's, ayy)
Blues in my fuckin' Purple jeans, now my pockets swole (The fuck?)
Them boys swipin' on Bumble, I brought the birds to the bees (To the bees, huh?)
I let off nineteen out the Glock, I only tote .23s (.23s)
Broward County, Palm Beach, yeah, pine trees (Trees, mm)
Broward County, Palm Beach, Limestone Creek (Huh? Huh?, Limestone Creek)
Asphalt, yacht club, bitch, I'm concrete (Concrete, mm)
She suckin' dick like it's a sport, American Top Team (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Verse 5: 1900Rugrat]
She eat the dick like it's a sport, the way she top the team (Uh, come here, come here)
Huh, off a Perc', crash the vert, then went and copped the beam (Come here, come here)
Huh, talkin' cheap, gotta pay the price to talk to me (Talk to me, huh)
Huh, put that ho in double C, you done bought her Shein (Bought her Shein)
[Verse 6: BLP KOSHER & 1900Rugrat]
I'm a Jew, but I tilt my hat to all them Z's (Ayy, ayy)
Swastika on your face where my target be (Uh-uh)
Catch a fuck cracka flaggin', now he smithereens (Smithereens)
Waddlltt, too much sauce, huh, Paula Deen (Uh-huh)
[Verse 7: 1900Rugrat]
Put the sausage on her bun, somethin' like Jimmy Dean (Come on)
Huh, that boy pourin' green up, somethin' like Listerine (What the fuck?)
Huh, serve a bald cracka white, call him Mr. Clean
Huh, X got my eyes wide, look like Mr. Bean (Come on)
[Verse 8: BLP KOSHER & 1900Rugrat]
I'm tryna smoke a cracka boots, huh, Doc Marten (Huh-huh)
Twin Glocks look like GloRilla and K Carbon (Uh, K Carbon)
I was rollin' dollies, I think I can talk, bitch, pardon (Yeah)
Put that fire to your lip like a Bic sparkin' (Waddlltt)
[Outro: 1900Rugrat & BLP KOSHER]
Uh-huh, yeah (Word to them YCs, mhm)
Ayy, on the whole L, man, free Three, man
I'm in this bitch, man, what?
They ain't even up, man, what? (Waddlltt)
We the hottest crackas in Florida, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, uh-huh, on L (Uh-uh-uh, fuck cracka, fuck, uh-uh)
Waddlltt (Yeah, uh-huh, on—, yeah)
Catch a fuck cracka—, uh, smithereens
I brought—, ayy, waddlltt, uh
Free Scrap, free that big Z
