[Intro]

I'm finna keep it as trill as possible on this bitch

Yeah, the Trill Young Savage way (LJ)

Purple

[Verse 1]

Now, baby, come give me that top just like a headset (Come give me that top)

Shawty ate that dick so long, she got my bed wet (Baow, baow)

Hopped out the bed, couldn't even walk, I had the dead legs (Cramp)

Crib around the corner, but for Santa, I'm waitin' on FedEx (Baow, baow, I'm waitin' on FedEx)

I'm waitin' on this box right now (This box), I can't wait 'til it touch down (I can't wait)

Get outside your body and get loud, I bet you in your mouth

I suggest you calm your ass down

Call the plug, we on the last pound

I know I'm the coach, but l'ma clip you, catch you out of bounds (Clip)

Don't call my phone 'bout no city shit, I'm out of town (Nope)

Don't care about that muggin' whеn you broke, nigga, you gotta frown (Broke)

I was just broke, but I ain't trippin', bitch, I got it now (Thеm racks)

You ain't gotta call, if he was dissin', nigga, gun him down (Tightin' down)

Nigga, I ain't sendin' no hits, I'd rather itch (Pussy)

Pull up by myself, scream, "Help," then hit his ass with switch (You hear a brrt)

I throw a dress on with a wig, I walk down like a bitch (Come here then, ho)

Bitch, it's Big Yayski, I'm the shit, been fuckin hoes since Kik (For sure)

Bitch, I was broke, I hurt my wrist, I had to ice this bitch (I had to ice this bitch)

Baby, you so fine, let me bite your ear, I'm on some Tyson shit (I'm on some Tyson shit)

Uh, sellin' these 'bows, rockin' these shows, I'm startin' to like this shit (I'm startin' to like it)

My face card clean, pull up right now and I'll swipe this bitch (I'll swipe it)

[Chorus]

Ayy, pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp' (I'm blowin', I'm blowin', ha)

I'm not a star, I'm just a regular old hood nigga (I'm just a regular old hood nigga)

VIP, doin' shows, fuckin' hoes (I'm fuckin' hoes)

Nigga, I used to have gold, but now I'm finna go back diamond mouth (I'm finna go back diamond mouth)

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx

Presidential shit, pussy nigga, I'm at Obama house (Y'all know I ain't goin' back)

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, I ain't lyin' (Grrt)

That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred (Ayy, on God)

[Verse 2]

Ayy, think before you move 'cause you don't wanna move wrong (No, you don't, nah)

Send your hitman, nigga'll pull that tool on him

Frrt, frrt, frrt, sound like a broom, don't it? (For sure)

Bitch, I'm the largerst, what's happenin'? Come on, tell me, who want it? (I'm the largest)

Who really want this shit? (Who want it?), in the hood like my motor gettin' fixed (My motor)

I know I'm fat, but 'bout that bread, I'll push up on you quick (I'll push up on you)

Ayy, 'bout that cheese and about that bread, baby, I exercise (I work out)

I ain't trippin' if it's petty, but if it's big, bitch, I can't let it ride (I can't let it)

Like the girl that sued the lick, leave that four, but spend that sack at Fifth

I just spent a fifth at Saks, I can't front you, might not get that back (I might not get it)

My plug keep throwin' bricks, I think this nigga kin to Shaq (O'Neal)

Bae, you Mrs. Incredible, your arch my enemy, the way you bend your back (Ayy, for sure, bend)

Bae, how you do that shit? (How you do it?) I ain't even know you knew that trick (I didn't know)

Pussy so damn good, I might just crash, I need to sue this bitch (I need a demo)

Been married to the game, gave her a ring, put on a suit and shit (Bae, we married)

I put on the cape, fly to the trap, tryna get super rich (Bitch, on granny)

[Chorus]

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp' (Blowin', blowin', huh)

I'm not a star, I'm just a regular old hood nigga (Just a regular hood nigga)

VIP, doin' shows, fuckin' hoes (I'm fuckin' hoes)

Nigga, I used to have gold, but now I'm finna go back diamond mouth (I'm finna go back diamond mouth)

A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx

Presidential shit, pussy nigga, I'm at Obama house (Y'all know I ain't goin' back)

Murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, I ain't lyin' (Grrt)

That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred