[Intro: DJ Riptide]
Ohhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhh!
[Verse 1: DJ Riptide]
Oh my god it's f*ck DJ f*ckin' Riptide
Ohhh DJ Riptide! Bang me DJ Riptide!
Stick your 26 inch c*ck in my vaginal sector, while I lick your pubes
Noooooo b*tch I want a handy J, and then I'm out (call me Kanye)
(Oh my god god god, it's DJ Riptide tide tide tide tide)
Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!
Mane these n*ggas, be lookin like nachos. Sour cream and onion, but that's not yo cheese
Ohhhh! It's my cheddar. Three Three Three Three Three, P, P, P
That's what I do. I put a bullet in a n*gga's pelvis, like Elvis. Make girls scream like Melvis
I make n*ggas wet. Cause' that's fun, shun, man, ton. Bun like buns, like n*ggas buns, like at the Krusty Krab. This b*tch's V look like the Krusty Krab
[Verse 2: DJ Koosh]
A year ago, I was poor somewhat
Now my future's shorter than G-Fish's new hair cut
Yaya still suckin' di*k and f*ckin' male butts in the same closet that Christian Liley gets clothes from
Um, I suck? Blow your f*cking mom's c*ck
You got a better a chance sucking a black c*ck
Plat gang, we rock
sh*t get's hotter than sunscreen on a 90 degree day
Your rhyme's are gayer than Bryce trying to copy us
My di*k so big that I can't take it on the bus with me
You b*tch? You sus
Stupid c*nt
Burned Blunt
Matt Prater punt
Jesus, motherf*ckin' Theressa, these n*ggas Plat gang got Diddy, Slim, and Esco' for one feature?
Cam will rape your kids like your Sunday preacher
I'm Kooshy out this b*tch, on top like Smalls on a bleacher
[Verse 3: Yaya Timberlake]
b*tch I'm a motherf*ckin' pimp hoe (pimp hoe!)
Gettin blown, one time by a motherf*ckin' slime
Slimy and wet, it put me in debt
Animal cruelty, for you guys to produce it musically
b*tch I'm a motherf*cking pimp hoe (pimp hoe!)
Just like my boys, Jesus and Mo-ses, I'm p*ssed, miss the f*cking toilet seat
They want it spick and span and neat, until I bleed
They wedge me, and spank, like getting shot by a tank. Smokin dank, refresh my mind. My eyes go blind, yo
[Verse 4: Goldfish Snack]
Uhh G-Fish. Ballin', Swag. Flex, Cash
Uh, here we go
So I was f*ckin' this b*tch. Just the use'
Still f*ckin' the b*tch. About to splooge
As she says she love my c*ck, it's as hard as a rock
b*tch damn straight, I never need to masturbate
Bumpin' 3P in the Lambo, but I'm never on the Land-tho
How many b*tches? Like 2 or Foe'?
Now back into the b*tch, f*ckin' on her tits, she rubbin' on her clit, she needs more spit
What's your b*tches number? She left all her sh*t at my crib after that slumber. But we did more than just slumber, n*gga we do this all summer
Part time rapper, full time baller
Racks bigger than that n*gga Shawn Carter
Dissin' all you n*ggas. Don't give a f*ck tho
'Bout to pull the trigger, give me the dough
Pull up in that Saturn Ion, my di*k is as big as a python
Got all this Versace on. f*ck you and that n*gga Davon
Uh, G-Fish out