[Chorus: DigBar & biz]
(SLAJIDI, turn me up!)

Stretch Stretch like a band you gotta make last a month man
Brodie in Japan mix a sucky up with mud
Shorty tweak and ran each way with my bukkake in her butt
Lil' Spanish bitch she always call me papi when I nut
I ain't smokin' on no brocolli I'm just chillin' in the cut
Stackin' bread I can never break bread for a slut
Heat! He was in them shoes I ran them out of bitches
He postin' bands but we all know that they're counterfeitin'
Where the fuck my bands that I spent it all on tree
I ain't smokin' on nobody I bought all this shit for me
Damn, look, but on some real shit is ballin' a sport?
These n***as got no money like a hole in their shorts
If I could book the rolling loud you know I'm going of course
I hop on beats and then I eat them without holding a fork

[Verse 1: biz]
Trip, trippin' might be flying way too close to the sun
My birdie poppin' up like when the fuckin' toaster is done
Man that's hard I'm not gon' cap, I just slide with the gyat
Uhh, got two FNs you know I'm spinning that in between her legs a chef kiss, know I'm coming back

[Verse 2: DigBar]
I bout sprained my damn wrist just stomach through these racks
She going crazy on my shit I started cumming on her back
She had a nice lil' booty but it wasn't nothin' fat
Still hit it out the park, straight centre I'm Joey Votto
Started calling out the guy when it hit him these holy hollows
[Verse 3: biz]
Diggy fuckin' bitches in the back of the BMB ass the face ass the face human centipede hit it in the front yard lookin' for that TMZ
Nutted on her face watch it sprout like a chia seed
I ain't gotta switch oh my god this a SMG
Run his ass down with that life ain't a remedy
Put a cameo on my verse like I'm Stan Lee
Can't trust a hoe if she always actin' friendly

[Chorus: DigBar & biz]
Stretch Stretch like a band you gotta make last a month man
Brodie in Japan mix a sucky up with mud
Shorty tweak and ran each way with my bukkake in her butt
Lil' Spanish bitch she always call me papi when I nut
I ain't smokin' on no brocolli I'm just chillin' in the cut
Stackin' bread I can never break bread for a slut
Heat! He was in them shoes I ran them out of bitches
He postin' bands but we all know that they're counterfeitin'
Where the fuck my bands that I spent it all on tree
I ain't smokin' on nobody I bought all this shit for me
Damn, look, but on some real shit is ballin' a sport?
These n***as got no money like a hole in their shorts
If I could book the rolling loud you know I'm going of course
I hop on beats and then I eat them without holding a fork