Beavis & Butt-head lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Ayy
What?
Trademark
Okay

[Chorus: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
My b*tch wear designer, she bougie as hell
Big chopper right on me, we wishing them well
pus*y boy talking, we send him to hell
b*tch, Tony Montana, we wrappin' the bales
I'm in the Scatty, I'm switching them lanes
XD wet him up on sight, long range
Nerf Gun, it's on me, I spray with no aim
And this T-dub-G, n*ggas know it's gon' bang

[Verse: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
2020, b*tch, they know we the wave
b*tch, I gotta have it, bought a Patek today
That b*tch she a dub, on my mama, she plain
Get the bag, run it up, then I go on a skate
I'm independent, I'm holdin' my weight (Yeah)
I was ridin' in Hondas, now I'm in a Wraith
This Gucci bandana, wе bustin' his grape
f*ck buyin' a chain, I spent that on some Bapеs
Me and DC on some new sh*t
We started a wave and they copied the blueprint
Your b*tch, she a thot, on my di*k, she be choosin'
She peepin' the wave, she f*ck for the movement, damn
Yo, DC, why they trippin'?
Bro, I couldn't even tell you, I'm out on a mission
Dip and dash on these folks, movin' through opposition
We gon' handle your scar, b*tch, we'll do the division
b*tch want me to cuff her, ho, play your position (Thot)
I handle business 'fore rap, boy, you trippin'
We gon' run in your back door, b*tch, this an eviction
Had to stand in the trap and my wrist in the kitchen, ayy
I got a b*tch, she gon' do what I say so
Hundred-round drum, we give that boy a halo (Brrt, blaow)
n*ggas strapped up, better lay low
I be peelin' my sh*t, she gon' do what I say so (Yeah)
Woah, and I'm so high right now, I'ma move like a AO
He talkin' tough, but he still on his sh*t
If my bro tryna come up, I'll put him on payroll (Ayy)
What these n*ggas tryna do? He frontin'
Big body pullin' up, we stuntin'
Bentley Bentayga got too many buttons (Ayy)
DC and Frosty, b*tch, we came from nothin' (Okay)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
My b*tch wear designer, she bougie as hell
Big chopper right on me, we wishing them well
pus*y boy talking, we send him to hell
b*tch, Tony Montana, we wrappin' the bales
I'm in the Scatty, I'm switching them lanes
XD wet him up on sight, long range
Nerf Gun, it's on me, I spray with no aim
And this T-dub-G, n*ggas know it's gon' bang

[Outro: Sad Frosty]
Yeah