[Verse 1: Rare Bandz]
Bitch, bitch in my phone on my line taking space up
Sleepin’ on me and young n***a better wake up (Get up)
(Woo, Woo) Call me Lil’ Debbie lil bitch cause I got my cake up
Killin’ this shit ain’t no mumbling, all of these bitches I’m juggling
Run to the bag not gon’ huddle em', all of my water leave puddling
I just left the mall (Yeah), Young n***a love to ball
Flex on these bitches like that
Run it up get it right back
All these lil bitches they all on my line (Yeah), all on my dick
Woah woah woah woah yeah

[Chorus: John X Smith]
Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)
Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah
Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah
She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rare Bandz]
Maison Margiela you n***as can’t catch up
Flex on these n***as you know I can’t let up (Can’t do it)
Ruth’s Chris dinners remember my pockets was thinner
Now I’m a winner
You was a fake, pussy n***a you a pretender
Diamonds dancing on me Michael Jackson you can call me mother fuckin’ thriller
Woah yeah like that
Polo my whip, Polo my Porsche
Polo my horse, married to money
I’m married to money, I never divorce
Woah like that
[Bridge: John X Smith]
Married to money I never divorce, no wedding, but I got the cake (Yeah)
I’mma go fuck on a bitch in the Porsche, then we gone fuck in the Jag (Yeah)
She’s just so bad yeah yeah, ain’t gon’ hold me back
Run on a bitch like that, oh yeah yeah

[Chorus: John X Smith]
Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)
Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah
Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah
She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

[Verse 3: John X Smith]
This bitch look like a model, she suck on me like it’s a bottle
Givenchy all on my socks, this star was all on the bottom (Yeah)
Dip in the Maserati, her Cartier drippin' with diamond
Drippin' all on me with diamonds, (Ah) 100 my dash in a 40
Ohh ohh, She suck on my dick now she know
Like woah, she gone and sucked on the goat
Ah like, pour up some more
Yeah like, drunk on a boat
Yeah, Twerk on my dick
Throw that shit back, yeah
She wet like the sea
Watch her Louboutins bleed
Yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: John X Smith]
Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)
Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah
Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah
She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Rare Bandz]
Shooters like John Wick
Makin’ it storm in the club me and John X Smith
If the bitch broke gettin’ dismissed
Score with the bag that’s a quick six
Fuck a dough boy I’m the bread man
Fuck on that bitch in a head stand
Red bottoms yeah I trap in these
Smokin’ on dope I look Japanese
Talkin’ bout deals I need commas please
All of my n***as speak guapoalese
Yeah yeah
Cause we all about the check (Got it)
Diamonds all up on my neck (Bling)
I was born to fuckin’ flex
All of my n***as, all of my n***as we flex on our ex

[Chorus: John X Smith]
Ass is so fat, I might fuck on a bitch like that (Yeah)
Run on a bitch like that yeah, fuck on a bitch like that oh nah
Gone, fuck on a bitch like that nah
She gone, run on a bitch like that (Yeah)