[Chorus: YUNG BAMBI]
23, bitch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all bitch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (Bitch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' bitch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my shit, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, lil' n***a bitch, I feel like John Lennon

[Intro: YUNG BAMBI]
Damn, shit, bro
Ayy, man, my n***a 8mc snapped on this jaunt, you know what I'm saying, man
Bambi shit, you know what I'm saying, Texas shit, man (Ayy)
San Antonio shit, man (Aw), you know what I'm saying (Ayy), Midnight, bitch (Chino

[Chorus: YUNG BAMBI]
23, bitch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all bitch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' c—
I might—I might smash and pass up with yo' bitch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my shit, she—shit, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, lil' n***a bitch, I feel like John—
Now we—now we at the Saint, lil' n***a bitch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, bitch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all bitch hit my phone, she wanna fuck on me 24/7—

[Verse 1: YUNG BAMBI]
Nah, we—nah, we
Same thing, you don't speak my language (Hell nah)
Crying to yo' bitch, lil' n***a, why you on that lame shit? (That what?)
Lookin' like a bitch, lil' n***a, and you on that same shit (Lookin' like a what?)
She suckin' on my dick, lil' n***a (Hold on), hold on (Hold on), that's yo' main bitch (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Two twins, look like Mary-Kate, they wanna ride me just like that (Just like that)
Smokin' on that Mary Jane, you smokin'—smokin'—smokin' gas (Smokin' gas)
[?] like Kurt Cobain [?], Texas n***a sippin' Act' (Sippin' Act')
Pussy feel like straight cocaine, know I love when I'm hittin' that (Hold on)
That bitch love to kiss and tell, so nah-ah, I can't fuck with that (Nah, nah)
I know yo' bitch, damn, wish her well, ah-ah-ah, know you missin' that (Ah-ah)
Suck my dick then roll a blunt, uh-uh, n***a, you kissin' that (Uh-uh)
I know you feelin' lonely but nah, you can't get yo' bitch back (Uh-uh)
[Chorus: YUNG BAMBI & Fukkit]
23, bitch, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all bitch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (Bitch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' bitch, there ain't no other wa—
Lil'—lil' Spanish mama rode my shit, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, lil' n***a bitch, I feel like John—
Now we—now we at the Saint, lil' n***a bitch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, bitch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all bitch hit my phone, she wanna fuck on me 24/7 (Wait, what? Uh)

[Verse 2: Fukkit]
I'm with the mob, bitch, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
I'm with the mob, bitch, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
I'm with the mob, bitch, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
Most of your favorite rappers live unconscious (Yeah)
Hop on the dick like kangaroo-filled pouches (True)
Maybe I'm with the shits, maybe not (Yeah)
So test me up in the pit, never stop (Go)
Yo' baby gon' take a risk for the cock (Let's go)
And lately I empty dick in her mouth (Let's go, let's go)
Scope out the area, lookin' for BTs
I'm in the strip club, just spent three Gs
You got a Sprint phone, only hit 3G
Fuck did he sprint for? Bitch n***a, eat these
Bullets, shave you like mullets
See why they never fuckin' with me, fuck it
I got some head to kick-in like a bucket
Watch how I land a flip, you never stuck it
Plays, I'm—plays, I'm—pay—pay
Radiowaves get stuck in yo' brain
Shoot out the ring, it's fire like Kane
I heard a tire pop while switchin' lanes
Stop, nah—stop, nah—change—change
Y'all finna flop, hm, never change
I'm at the top, yuh, like a brain
Never went Pop, nah, for the fame, uh (Okay)
[Chorus: YUNG BAMBI]
23, bitch, hit that joint and fade awa—
Y'all bitch—y'all bitch hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (Bitch, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' bitch, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my shit, she make it ánda—
Carti—Cartier my frames, lil' n***a bitch, I feel like John Lennon (Like John Lennon)
Now we at the Saint, lil' n***a bitch, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, bitch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all bitch hit my phone, she wanna fuck on me 24/7 (Wait, what?)