[Chorus: ACOT]
And my lips are huggin' on the swisher
And you mad 'cause I'm f*ckin' with your sister
Ran off on that b*tch, I don't miss her (Nah)
Hit and dip in my Tommy Hilfiger
[Verse 1: ACOT]
Sorry Miss Jackson, but your daughter takes di*k (Whoops)
Hit and dip then finesse a new b*tch
Ice all on my f*ckin' wrist, ain't rich but I'm coppin' sh*t
Really, I'ma blow, if you see me, snap a f*ckin' pic (Click)
ACOT, I'm the f*ckin' man
Bank lookin' stupid, that's my masterplan
I got hoes from Japan, Mary-Ann and Jo-Ann
And a bunch of other b*tches swallow me like a Xan
Goddamn, killin' this sh*t
Mud in my colon, I'm feeling this sh*t
LSD, trippin' a bit
With yo' main hoe, we makin' flick an' she lickin' my di*k
I'm so f*ckin' sauced, I'm so f*ckin' sauced (Blatt)
LSD and brew, I'm so f*ckin lost
Tryna get my pockets fat, Rick Ross
Challenge me to the mic, you will catch a loss
At my shows, all I wanna see is fat hoes (Hoo)
f*ck a fatty ass b*tch and pass her to my bro (Woah)
[Chorus: ACOT & Young Plvg]
And my lips are huggin' on the swisher
And you mad 'cause I'm f*ckin' with your sister
Ran off on that b*tch, I don't miss her
Hit and dip in my Tommy Hilfiger (Young Plvg)
[Verse 2: Young Plvg]
Got my Xanny (What?), just f*cked your granny (Skrr)
Your b*tch suck me off like I'm Handy Mandy
I don't speak with discussion, I let my bullets preach
Your girl stuck to me like a f*ckin' pretty leech (What?)
Swag, oh my god (Oh my god), swag, oh my god (Oh my god)
It's Young Plvg and my n*gga f*ckin' ACOT (That's my n*gga)
Skrrt, skrrt off the lot in a brand new foreign car
I f*cked this b*tch Kylie Jenner, now I'm a star
[Chorus: ACOT and Cocaine Whitez]
And my lips are huggin' on the swisher (No)
And you mad 'cause I'm f*ckin' with your sister (f*ckin' with ya what?)
Ran off on that b*tch, I don't miss her
Hit and dip in my Tommy Hilfiger (Skrrrrrrrrrrt)
[Verse 3: Cocaine Whitez]
They call me "one hitter quitter" (What?)
Coke Whitez is that mothaf*ckin' n*gga (I'm that n*gga)
I kick back and sip some mothaf*ckin' liquor (And sip some mothaf*ckin' liquor)
A little fonta with my weed, don't do the Swisher (Don't do the mothaf*ckin' Swisher)
She wanna f*ck 'cause I'm a winner (I'm a winner)
I beat it up and then I eat that sh*t for dinner (Beat it up and then I eat that sh*t for dinner)
Then kick her out 'cause my heart cold like the winter (My sh*t be colder than the winter)
I'm going to hell 'cause I know that I'm a sinner (See I'm a mothaf*ckin' sinner)
[Chorus: ACOT and Cocaine Whitez]
And my lips are huggin' on the swisher (What?)
And you mad 'cause I'm f*ckin' with your sister
Ran off on that b*tch, I don't miss her (Skrrr)
Hit and dip in my Tommy Hilfiger