[Intro]
Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
Whole fit, yeah, oh shit
Let's go, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Whole fit, Lazy and Crazy, I'ma trip
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, whole fit, going crazy, I'ma trip
I'ma trip, I'ma trip, I'ma trip, oh shit
Yeah I'm trappin' in my Greaper shorts
I'm fuckin' skatin' in my Greaper shorts
Bitch I fucking gather in my Greaper shorts
They always hatin' on my Greaper shorts
Your bitch love my fuckin' Greaper shorts
I got five pairs of these Greaper shorts
My whole fit revolve around these Greaper shorts
Yeah, they stop and stare at my Greaper shorts

[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
I pull your bitch in my Greaper shorts (I do)
I hit a lick in my Greaper shorts (Get that loot)
I tre flip in my Greaper shorts (Look at that, dude)
I wig split in my Greaper shorts (Cut your ass in two)
Mane, I'm throwing hands in my Greaper shorts
I got bagged up grams in my Greaper shorts
I hold bands in the pocket of my Greaper shorts
Wait, you don't know the brand that makes the Greaper shorts?
(Well let me tell ya) It's Lazy and Crazy, baby
This unlike anything you've seen before (Drip, drip, drip)
Ski mask, shirt, and hat that match with the Greaper shorts
I got ten pairs, but I really need some more
'Cause you will not find me flexing without these Greaper shorts
[Chorus]
Whole fit, Lazy and Crazy, I'ma trip
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, whole fit, going crazy, I'ma trip
I'ma trip, I'ma trip, I'ma trip, oh shit
Yeah I'm trappin' in my Greaper shorts
I'm fuckin' skatin' in my Greaper shorts
Bitch I fucking gather in my Greaper shorts
They always hatin' on my Greaper shorts
Your bitch love my fuckin' Greaper shorts
I got five pairs of these Greaper shorts
My whole fit revolve around these Greaper shorts
Yeah, they stop and stare at my Greaper shorts

[Verse 2: Violent J]
The bitches wet peeping my Greaper shorts (Yeah, uh uh)
Gorilla dick be in my Greaper shorts (Uh, swang, uh)
Nut in my shit, it's on my Greaper shorts (Here, bitch, here)
I kill the shit when I'm in Greaper shorts (Uh, [?])
A freak of sorts in my Greaper shorts creepin' across
Sneakin' of course 'cause we ain't speakin' freakin' assaults
If these Greapers could talk, but they ain't squeakin' a squawk
Unless you seekin' bein' in the street in pieces each drawn in chalk
Back off my Greapers, you fuckin' tweakers blown out like speakers
These is for 'Los so high, set to the sky couldn't reach us
And it ain't shit you can teach us, grease paint on my facial features
She dry hump me first then blew me through the dick hole in my Greapers
[Chorus]
Whole fit, Lazy and Crazy, I'ma trip
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, whole fit, going crazy, I'ma trip
I'ma trip, I'ma trip, I'ma trip, oh shit
Yeah I'm trappin' in my Greaper shorts
I'm fuckin' skatin' in my Greaper shorts
Bitch I fucking gather in my Greaper shorts
They always hatin' on my Greaper shorts
Your bitch love my fuckin' Greaper shorts
I got five pairs of these Greaper shorts
My whole fit revolve around these Greaper shorts
Yeah, they stop and stare at my Greaper shorts