[Verse 1: David Shawty]
Cup, cup, cup full of Rainier
All these women, I hate here
Posted up with these reindeers
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[Verse 2: Yungster Jack]
Cut, cut, cut through the corn bread
Three blonde b*tches eating porridge
Knock, knock, knock on the parchment
[?] dab but I'm finna torch it
Bzzz, like a hornet
You said "Hey man, look at him pouring"
Can't stop me 'cause I'm in orbit
Grieve your problems, this sh*t corporate
[Verse 3: David Shawty]
All that product, this sh*t a factory
She wanna eat on my di*k like attacking me
You tryna bust, you can't talk back to me
I feel like a quarterback, no one can tackle me
That is a pressed bar, press start
Blowing up like the Death Star
Okay bro, you're ahead of me, but you got a head start
Smoking on pack 'til my eyes bleed
f*cking on two twins, I think they siamese
I was at the mall, shout-out my bro Simon
Simon says she gon' do it perfect timing
You were at the dry cleaners and you needed a quarter
f*cking your b*tch, I'm finna escort her
I got the fire, bro I got the mortar
I'm in space time traveling, Rick and Morty
[Verse 4: Yungster Jack]
Look at this man, Neil Armstrong
Crack that b*tch 'cause my arms long
Posted up with a hard-on
Took his sh*t, now his car's gone
[?] looking in the mirror 'cause I'm so high
I don't wanna go out
I don't wanna f*ck around online, doing some stupid sh*t
That's not how I wanna go out
Near the forest with the bees
Doing birds and the bees
I was trying to get geeked
Smoking pounds with the widows tinted in the Jeep
[Verse 5: David Shawty]
She wanna f*ck me, she keep saying please
Smoking on grapefruit, look like a pee
I got the big racks, double D's
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(Yungster Jack) (David)
[Outro: David Shawty & Yungster Jack]
Cup, cup, cup full of Rainier
All these women, I hate here
Posted up with these reindeers
Cut, cut, cut through the corn bread
Three blonde b*tches eating porridge
Knock, knock, knock on the parchment
[?] dab but I'm finna torch it
Bzzz, like a hornet
You said "Hey man, look at him pouring"
Can't stop me 'cause I'm in orbit
Grieve your problems, this sh*t corporate
All that product, this sh*t a factory
She wanna eat on my di*k like attacking me
You tryna bust, you can't talk back to me
I feel like a quarterback, no one can tackle me
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