[Chorus: LewXs]
Motorsport, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad, pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, skrt-skrt, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy, my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there, we didn’t take the stairs
Faced my fears, gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears, on the Nawf, get serious

[Verse: Lil Ecstasy + LewXs]
Uh, uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth (yah)
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth (mouth)
You see them stats (cash), you know what I am about (yah)
I am the champ (woo), I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my n***a Lil Boosie (ooh)
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy (oh-woah)
Get you a straw n***a, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin' and that’s facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Buga'
"Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Go'?"
That too, but my n***as send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty
Ride the dick like a BMX
No n***a wanna be my ex
I love when he go on tour (yeah)
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day (ooh)
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Ecstasy, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! (skrt)

[Chorus: LewXs]
Motorsport, put that thing in sport
Shawty bad, pop her like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport
Pull up, skrt-skrt, jumpin' out the court
Cotton candy, my cup tastes like the fair
Straight up there, we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears, gave my mama tears
Shiftin' gears, on the Nawf, get serious