[Intro]
AestheticBoys. Bro, what are these names dude?

[Chorus: Yung Percs]
When I pull up you should Donald, and you know that I mean duck
I got hoes tryna fuck, guess I ain't ran outta luck
Put some lean on the rocks, put some ice on my watch
See my Glock? Keep it tucked
I got boof in my blunt
Man you always catch me chill, 'cause I'm gassed up
Bitch, you a goofy, I'm on boofy, turn your ass up
See my sprite? Turn it pink, that shit maxed up
Act up, gotta act up, before you clapped up

[Verse 1: Yung Percs]
I got five stars, five bitches, five cars
And I got pear on the beat, so we knock hard
Yeah, you know we pull up and we motherfucking Glock hard
Try not to fuck with me, when I'm off the wockhardt

[Verse 2: Lil Trash]
Lil Trash!
You got a bitch, and she hate me 'cause I'm groovy
She only wanna watch a movie, were a two piece
I just hit her from the back, like in the movie
Gotta switch up my lane, I'm to goody
I don't use no autotune, 'cause I'm not a pussy
Lil Trash on my hoodie, you know me don't really care
Lil Trash see's your booty, he 'gon stop and stare
Lil Trash, I'ma peak, but don't stop me there
Lil Trash is me, Lil Trash everything
Lil Trash finna fuck your bitch, and your wifey
Lil Trash hate these copy ass n***a's
They be jumping on our shit like, everything we fucking do

[Chorus: Yung Percs]
When I pull up you should Donald, and you know that I mean duck
I got hoes tryna fuck, guess I ain't ran outta luck
Put some lean on the rocks, put some ice on my watch
See my Glock? Keep it tucked
I got boof in my blunt
Man you always catch me chill, 'cause I'm gassed up
Bitch, you a goofy, I'm on boofy, turn your ass up
See my sprite? Turn it pink, that shit maxed up
Act up, gotta act up, before you clapped up
[Verse 3: $eventeen]
I was on my way up, now I'm on some new shit
Almost been a year, so I'm coming with a new hit
I'ma make some room for the money I'ma get
Always say the truth in these rap's that I spit
I admit, that were getting kinda lit
I ain't never finna quit
So we all making this guap, I ain't fucking with no thot
And my shorty give me top, bitch, I ain't never stop
Catch me running from the cops
Catch me shooting at the opps
And your body gonna drop, guess you ran out of luck
If you catching any shots, then I think you better duck
I'ma switch it up and flex, see me counting all these checks
Bitch you know that I'ma chill, because you all know I'm next
Got me feeling kinda blessed, feeling better then the rest
Never put me to the test, then I'm gonna leave you stressed
Now I'm talking like a savage, ayy
Someone on the beef, Imma turn you into hasbeen's
Rrrah!

[Chorus: Yung Percs]
When I pull up you should Donald, and you know that I mean duck
I got hoes tryna fuck, guess I ain't ran outta luck
Put some lean on the rocks, put some ice on my watch
See my Glock? Keep it tucked
I got boof in my blunt
Man you always catch me chill, 'cause I'm gassed up
Bitch, you a goofy, I'm on boofy, turn your ass up
See my sprite? Turn it pink, that shit maxed up
Act up, gotta act up, before you clapped up