[Intro: 33 Savage]
Yeah
33 Savage
The morning after pill
Little Brother’s Shirt Ent
[Hook: 33 Savage]
Two fat b*tches in a mansion
XL jeans but the waist still expanding
Said her ass wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan B’s
Bought her ass a thong but she stretched it to some grannies
[Verse 1: 33 Savage]
I can do my ABC’s, watch me count to three
This ain’t 21 b*tch, this 33
Your b*tch talkin’ sh*t and she really hurt my feelings
I cried so hard like I was onion peeling
Smoking on that dope and a n*gga losing hope
Shirt so tight it’ll make a n*gga choke
A n*gga pulling hoes in the back seat of a Honda
One ho, two ho, watch me say my numbers
One, two, three, four, five, six, (murmering), one hundred!
Pull up on you, tie your daughter up, tell that b*tch teach me how to read
Smokin’ on that gas for real, I couldn’t find my weed
This ain’t 21 b*tch, this 33
I could do a magic trick, I bet you wanna see
Oops I stole your nose, now you can’t tell I farted
It had some liquid in it so you know I sharted
I got hit with the chopper and a n*gga got shook
Had to take a break and go do my coloring book
I like all the colors in the crayon box
Then I masturbated in your Gucci flip flops
I pull my pants all the way down when I gotta pee
This ain’t 21 b*tch, this 33
[Verse 2: Young Yachty Vert]
I been nice for all my life
Ice on my neck costs three times five
First I was three, then four, then five
I remember back one time when I was five
I went to the store to play Nintendo 64
Now I’m all grown and my house got sixty floors
Just did a show and spent a check on a llama
Now I f*ck b*tches what remind me of my mama
This on my wrist cost seven times three
That’s 21 but I’m with 33
[Verse 3: 33 Savage]
Tried to stunt on my ex but she went to Gary’s house
When I went to his house he had his willy in her mouth
Man that really really really really hurt my feelings
So I went to my Honda to masturbate some more
Asking me my age, what’s with all the questions ho?
Let me see, I think I’m this many years old
Smoking broccoli for real, couldn’t find my weed
This ain’t 21 b*tch, this 33
I can say my ABC’s, watch me count to three
This ain’t 21 b*tch, this 33
I got 33 n*ggas wearing Little Brother shirts
With the matching choker necklace with the matching miniskirts
Then I took your b*tch to the movies
And I paid for everything, then she left and f*cked my friend
Then I took her on a date again
Bought the whole bar
Then she f*cked a stranger in my car
I guess a n*gga had to learn a lesson
Third time a charm, tatted her face up on my arm
I live in a 12 car garage (for real)
I sleep in a 12 car garage (n*gga I’m homeless)
33, why you so hard? (it’s that Viagra)
Why is this math so hard? (do my numbers)
Man Savage, you know I never heard your mixtape
Yeah f*ck all that, ask my b*tch how your di*k tastes
Wait, no that’s not what I had meant to had said
Hold up, hold up
[Hook]
Two fat b*tches in a mansion
XL jeans but the waist still expanding
Said her ass wasn’t hungry so she ate a box of plan B’s
Bought her ass a thong but she stretched it to some grannies
33, 33