[Intro]

Yeah

One, one

Yeah (She wanna sit on my lap)

Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap

(You think you know me)

She wanna sit on my lap, yeah

She wanna sit on my lap

(Da-damn, Peggy)

(This bitch really out here gonna watch herself)

She wanna sit on my lap

(What? Hahahaha, what?)

(Ayy)

Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah

(Like three donuts)

(For real, though, what, where we orderin' the food, dummy? What you order?)

Oh God, no

Fuck Postmates (Haha)

Ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, what, what, what, uh, what (Look man), yeah

I need all (Let's get it)

[Verse]

I need all my bitches same color as Drake

If they not, then they gettin' rocked

Put that Pyrex in the pot (Right)

I don't give a fuck if you out there in the six (Turn around)

Suck a dick, pussy boy you gettin' hit with the (Woo, uh, uh, uh)

And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits

Break my heart while I break yo' bitch (Right)

Two black cards, let me cloak my wrist (Okay)

Fuck a diss, boy, I'm draggin' bodies like it's Metal Gurr

I don't curr 'bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no furr, yeah (Okay)

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah

Jugg and I come with them bands, ayy

Gun do not come with no plan, ayy (Okay)

Keep a Kimber at the pad, ayy

Crackers never get a pass, wait (Turn around)

Credit like my name was Chad, ayy

Watch who you fuckin' tag, babe (Alright)

Okay, get yo' demo out my face

Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway

Pull my case, boy (Okay), I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae

Young O'Shea (Young Ice Cube on the map, motherfucker, turn around)

I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town (Yeah)

You talking shit (Look), I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down (Yeah, okay)

I know you never in the hood or in the streets now (Hey, turn around)

And still, I'm hearin' that you really want some beef now? (Uh, uh, uh, alright)

Bruh, take your tree out my backwood

Made the beat 'cause I'm that good (Damn)

Got your girl on her hands (Eugh), Johnny 5 with the cans (Okay)

Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned (Look)

'Least I made you niggas dance

Fuck 12, nigga, stamp

[Outro]

Oh, your body, oh, you got it

On my body, my body, on my body

Oh, your body, oh, you got it

(Here to i–)