[Skit:]
Mommy
I wan' know what it would sound like if Mak Sauce and Lil Yachty made a song
'Cause Mom, I love Mak Sauce and I love Lil Yachty
Can they make a song Mom? Please?

[Intro: Mak Sauce & Lil Yachty]
(Ayy, 'kay, nah, nah, come on, man)
Ayy, Yachty
Yachty!
My favorite part
(Damn, [?])
Mak Sauce, Boat!
My favorite part to—
Bitch!

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My favorite part to droppin' this Faygo Cream
My favorite gun I got is a Glock ten-milly with a beam
I finally learned that all ain't good, only what it seems
I know it's suicide sippin' drank, but I love lean
I first fell in love with codeine when I was a teen
I told my dog, "We can get rich, why you actin' stingy?"
The real fuck wit' me 'cause I'm real, and it ain't really many
My n***a, don't get tricked out the bag playin' snake, it's plеnty
Hmm, hmm, huh, move along
We ain't entеrtainin' rap n***as who do sing-a-longs
Opp pack, beatin' down his chest just like King Kong
Bitch thinkin' I'll apologize, n***a, we ain't wrong
Bitch suckin' dick like Kirby, but she hate all my songs
Where I'm from, it don't matter, I'm glad I made it out
All n***as do is chatter, they never shut they mouth
I ain't finished school, I was too broke, usin' EBT at Ralph's
Sixteen on a VPN, try'na bust a bend
Gettin' flights, hopin' that it strike on the other end
I might let her spend the night if she tell a friend
Good reviews, even if it's bad, bring in clientele
Bitch think I believe her every word, she ain't lyin' well
Scale broke, fuck the circumstances, we gon' eye it then
Scope on a stick like a micro-sized fryin' pan
I nut on her face, good foreskin like collagen
My lil' brother shoot better than me, like I play for Pelicans
Slugs in this jug knock the brains out a elephant
N***as worry 'bout what I do, they not masculine
Nails painted, still gangbangin', BG chain slangin'
Chain hangin', earrings big-blangin', fuck what they thinkin'
Rolls Royce tank, black-on-black, we is not linkin'
Draft Day up next, five on it like Abraham Lincoln
Ten mill' without blinkin', Concrete Boys, know we ain't shrinkin'
[Verse 2: Mak Sauce & Lil Yachty]
God damn, Yachty, calm down (Bitch)
Uh, okay, get me groovy
I been gettin' blue cheese paper, n***a, loose leaf
Shoes came Gucci, neck, cheddar, hoochie
Drop low, get a n***a wrapped just like sushi
She was flat-back, now she big booty Judy
Turn him to a hashtag, roll 'em, Tootsie
Hop out, feet-feet hittin' just like Bruce Lee
Excuse me, n***a, hold up, what you want?
I get that pack and knock it out the park, home run
He a bitch, only gangster on the Samsung
Pull up, get a pussy n***a popped, and what?
Two clean sticks but a dirty handgun
I'll get that blick-blick, blocka-bam sum'n
Chrome Hearts tee, Margiela pants on
I pull up wit' them drums like the marchin' band comin'
She want champagne just like [?]
30 thousand on my wrist, left and right
Get that pack gone, trappin', Mr. Miyagi
Diamonds cold, them bitches hittin' like they boxin'
I went root beer, Yachty went cream soda
Get the fuck up out the spot, I don't know him, who his homie?
Diamonds dancin', I get my macaroni on
Drop a diss at nine, nine-oh-five, I'm try'na have him gone
I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't do no ping-pong
I drop a [?], I'm at a n***a door like ding-dong
Fuck a n***a thought, I'll get him popped for lookin' wrong
[Outro: Mak Sauce]
Oh-ah-oh, a'ight
That the end of the bitch?
Damn, the beat ended right there, I was gonna' keep goin' to it, n***a
Mak Sauce