Perplexed lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dubble U and yvngxchris]
And this stick got a kick like jujitsu
Chris walk around with a missile
I call a-
Little nasty b*tch, I knew you was a freak
And she said I'ma dog, b*tch, give me a treat or two
And I got a scope on the mo'f*ckin' glizzy, you know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you
Bro, why the f*ck do this b*tch- I love DJ GREN8DE

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
Man, I swear that this sh*t do not even matter
Take your b*tch on a date, I'ma eat it after
Yeah, I know that she sexy, but when she take it off, I swear to God, she lookin' even badder
Do the white man choker, no Stephan Letter
Bring that lil' b*tch to the telly so we can pass her
And she suckin' my di*k, it's so damn astounding
And I just got a check, I don't got to count it
'Cause the money count it, count it up, it go beep
My b*tch like Coi Leray, she so petit
And I'm coolin' with [?], yeah, we on the beach
And I said, "Are you hungry? Let's do Uber Eats"
Why she tell me to eat her booty in the sheets?
Little nasty b*tch, I knew you was a freak
And she said I'ma dog, b*tch, give me a treat or two
And I got a scope on the mo'f*ckin' glizzy, you know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you
Bro, why the f*ck do this b*tch keep on blowin' up my f*ckin' phone, I'ma KanKan beat on you
I really rock out with that out of Joe Method
I was f*ckin' your shorty, that's why she still textin'
And I'm only one twenty, but yeah, I still flexin'
And this stick got a kick, I'ma send him to heaven
[Verse 2: Lil Dubble U]
And this stick got a kick like jujitsu
Chris walk around with a missile
I call a play, they gon' blitz you
Tax for a fee and I told 'em to rent dude
I'm refereeing, said I'm too official
Chrome Heart on my t-shirt
Skate on the beat, hit a backside revert
And I just turned my music on your momma speaker
Stick in the box and it go like "Ee-er"
How you get cheese and you lactose intolerant?
Shoutout Tae Retro, I'm bumpin' "Synonymous"
I go ultra instinct, autonomous
Me and yvngxchris be the goats, that's obvious
And I just left the telly, came back with two treeshes
Buddy threw me her dope, some trash, I'm keeping it
And she said I'ma dog, but I throw all the leashes
And these apples be sweeter than Georgia peaches
And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter
To be honest, this really don't even matter
Run up on me, some' glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh, yeah
And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter
To be honest, this really don't even matter
Run up on me, some glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh