[Hook: Yung JB]
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye

[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that shit then grab a pillow

[Verse 1: Yung JB]
A pussy ass Jew ridin' round in the coupe
Can't run forever, on the track it's a loop
Shoot the basketball, stuck inside a hoop
Defenders are ops, totin' fake straps
If I took you up on your word, you would hate that
Hit it from the side like a bass drum
Dick hit your lip make your face numb
She all on my head like I'm fucking the beats
I'm runnin' this shit, like I got on cleats
In the silk sheets, she toppin' my meat
Don't know me, but know I stay strapped
16 to your dome, know the bullets fat
Inflated ass, can ya handle that?
I don't want your cash or your hoes
Also know I got my own
Catch me slidin' in the cut, and you know I'm not alone
With the homies with the cones
Leave your skin off of your bones
Shit nasty, but anything I do make her moan
Can't talk now busy getting to the racks
Fuck with the kid, bitch you know I'm coming back
Facts, relax, potential filled to max
Extra cheese when I'm eating up her Mac
Fuck around, drop a banger & shit
A bomb & shit
The commas sit
The llama rips
Right through the thong
Name brand ain't last long
Really ain't that strong
What's the name of that song?

[Hook: Yung JB]
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye

[Verse 2: Lil Kikke]
Bitch I'm ballin like Curry
She cookin' that curry
Can't fuck with a bitch if that pussy too furry
She slurp on my shit like a fuckin' McFlurry
I'm smokin' that shit so my vision too blurry
I'm sippin' that shit so my words kinda slurry
She do it for me
Bitch I do it for weed
Make your girlfriend my queen
Do not talk to me please
Cuz I can't even speak when I'm sippin' that lean
Fuck with the kid, Kikke bitch
Me & my team gon' make it bitch
Poppin' them bottles and poppin' them models
Fuck with the squad, turn your ass into fossils
Kikke & Yung JB
Make some room on your MP3
We don't play games no PSP
Fuck with the kid, that's RIP
Got me some C Notes, I feel like a singer
Bitch I'm so Cole, I feel like a sinner
Eatin' some beats, think it's time for some dinner
Bitch I'm 100, call that shit a fever
Need a bitch with lips like Kylie
Got 2 hoes on me like Kyrie
Got that dirty in my styree
She gon' ride my ball like Miley
Bitch I am rocking that bling
You cannot fuck with the kid
Smokin that green
Fuckin' your bitch on the scene
Got your bitch all on my team
Fuckin' the team
One day, I'ma be at the top, on the top of the building gettin' top from a next top model
Leave that bitch walking round hobbled
Not gon' pass the weed like finals
Fuck with the kid, I'm grinding ho
I'ma go in till I can't breathe ho
I'ma drink mo till I can't see ho
I'ma smoke mo till I can't puff mo
Fuckin' these bitches like everyday
All of my bitches go every way
All of these rappers they all of my prey
With your girl I go 50 shades of grey

[Bridge: Yung JB]
I'm not ill, I'm sick
No sleep, on a mission
No sense, got to listen
Cookin' in the kitchen
Pop a pill, split a rillo, smoke that shit then grab a pillow

[Hook: Yung JB]
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Chasin' the bands
Get it on demand
Do what I can
Fuck with the kid woah
On the come up big yo
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye
Boutta run em' up man
Make another grand aye