Appear lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck goin' on, maajins

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty b*tches, with my twin sharing is caring (Shmack)
And these b*tches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that Karen, b*tch
I'm sh*ttin on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent, b*tch (b*tch)
I'm seeing they ass fall off, you dissappearing (Oh)
With these racks I'ma double up, make it dissappear (Oh Lord, yeah, yeah)
In a big ol', big ol' Tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Uhh)

[Verse 1: CHUXXI]
I want my diamonds dancing so I bought that b*tch from Eliantte
Love the money, swear to God, I put my trust in all these hunnids
I got your b*tch right in my bed, b*tch don't make me catch a body, (yeah, yeah)
I'm popping all the rocks, I fell in love with Percocet
I give that b*tch some Percy-di*k, we having Perco-sex'
b*tch I'm shooting out the Tonka, baby boo, I'm CHUXXI Monster
D-d-dropped out highschool I ain't never seen a college
AMG, got twenty-two's, why the f*ck you think I'm c*cky

[Verse 2: Yeat]
Old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer
In the crib, mama count this money, make that reappear
Hunnid-fifty's, rackie fitness, money counters, all I hear
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get yo' ass up outta' here
I'm so high off this Oxy', I bet I couldn't even steer
I feel like I'm up sideways, where'd you—, where'd you get that molly?
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly
Yeah, the way she ride the di*k, just like you ride a trolley
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this sh*t so purple just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talking brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby, so come, come get it off me
[Verse 3: CHUXXI]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah-yeah
I wake up early mornin', b*tch it's time to get the racks
They don't know I been a hunnid up, I really get you wet
Get the Quarter-Pounder-Molly up then see how that b*tch stack
Got my b*tch outside, she running laps, sha'carri on the track
Don't rock Amiri', that sh*t silly, only rock the Saint Laurent
I put your b*tch up in the kitchen and you know she shakin' rocks

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty b*tches, with my twin sharing is caring (Shmack)
And these b*tches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that Karen, b*tch
I'm sh*ttin on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent, b*tch (b*tch)
I'm seeing they ass fall off, you dissappearing (Oh)
With these racks I'ma double up, make it dissappear (Oh Lord)
In a big ol', big ol' Tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Uhh)