[Intro]
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh

[Verse 1]
Okay, fuck your white Prius
And your little dog too
When I whip out my penis
That’s some piping beef stew

There’s a house up on the hill
And for me I got a le-ase
Tell your bitch to come on home
Better put her on a le-ash (woof!)

Yeah I keep it jacked
That’s just what you lack
Yeah that’s a new stack
Barbie back pack

This is life in the dreamhouse, bitch
And you know nothing of it
We out burning up the greenhouse, bitch
Your grandma know she love it (ow)
I was all alone
On the streets of Philly!
Throw that dog a bone
And throw me a hundred milli

This the house of renewing
Growing herb that shit’s biotic
When you find your team is losing
Gotta call the beat hypnotic

Blew the roof when I got shot
That’s a hefty blood clot
Toilet paper call me Scott
These the dreams that I once bought (cha-ching)

Pullin’ out the lot
With a big shot yacht
I’m a thot, you a bot
Told that hoe forget-me-not! (woo!)

[Chrous]
Stock market crash of 1938
Your grandma in my bed and we goin’ on a date
I got squirrels in my pants, I got jitters and critters
Camila and Shawn with them carrot-corn fritters
Stock market crash from this beat that I ate
I ain’t never played chess, but I always checkmate
Got a permit for my car, but I’m not a babysitter
Yeah this team is hardcore, I don’t take any quitters

[Fade Out]
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh

[Verse 2]
Spitting’ out these lyrics like I’m Dog with a Blogging
Competition on the floor like they all raw-dogging
You bitches know I run the game, you don’t have to lie
Gangnam style, PSY, call me Family Guy (Petaaaa)

Here’s some food for thought
I’m a winner and you’re not
This that lesson that I taught
You just messin’ up the plot

Taste the rainbow, I eat Skittles
Makin’ bacon pancake griddles
Solvin’ chutes and ladder riddles
Fully-dilly-dum-diddle
Alvin and the chipmunks
Apple pie like I’m Tree Trunks
Chris McClean stubble
Paw patrol Rubble

Snap, crackle, pop
Start my day off with some breakfast
I whip it, then I drop
Flow dripping on my necklace

Better get myself a therapist
Lance from Victorious
Second-hand embarrassment
When bitches start to turn on us

So hop in my wagon baby
We can go skrrt!
I just put out the entrée
You ain’t ready for dessert (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus]
Stock market crash of 1938
Your grandma in my bed and we goin’ on a date
I got squirrels in my pants, I got jitters and critters
Camila and Shawn with them carrot-corn fritters

Stock market crash from this beat that I ate
I ain’t never played chess, but I always checkmate
Got a permit for my car, but I’m not a babysitter
Yeah this team is hardcore, I don’t take any quitters

[Outro]
Yo, shout out to James Maslow and Gustavo Rocqué
I love you