[Verse: Hakos Baelz]
Your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and I'll rock that mothertrucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on the mothertrucker
I hit the party and they stop in that mothertrucker
That Gucci? That's hella tight
I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting-swindled-into-pimps
I call that getting tricked by the business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through
Tryna get girls from a brand?

[Refrain]
Man, you hella won't
Man, you hella won't