(SLAJIDI, turn me up!)

Stre-Stretch like a band you gotta make last a month

Me and brodie in Japan mixin saki up with mud

Shorty tweaking ran a train we might bukkake on 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

He-He was in them shoes I ran him out them bitches

He postin' bands but we all know that they're counterfeitin'

Where the fuck my bands at I spent it all on tree

I ain't smokin' out nobody I bought all this shit for me

Damn, look, but on some real shit is ballin' a sport?

These **** 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

Trip-trippin' might be flying way too close to the sun

My brodie poppin' out like when the fuckin' toaster is done

Man that's hard I'm not gon' cap, I just slide with the gatt

Uhh, got two FNs you know I'm spinning back

In between her legs a chef kiss, know I'm coming back

I bout sprained my damn wrist just thumbing 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 to god when it hit him these holy hollows

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

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 **** 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