[Hook] x2
I want a b*tch with a Gucci belly
Pistol in her purse
I want you to twerk
I-I-I want you to twerk
[Verse 1: Yung Huf]
Yu Gi Oh champion
b*tches love that
I Crimson Chin the pus*y
Keeping coke under my hubcaps
Reading your mind
But I skipped a couple chapters
Giving Jesus Gucci sandals
In the middle of some rapture
But catch me on the jetski
I leave 'em all perplexed, Crowley
Doing drivebys on pterodactyl's
Eat out Ms. Finster's pus*y
Hard-on's like Exodia
Android 18 b*tches in the bathtub
Milk bottles fulla codeine and vodka
That's trill cuh
But I stay drinking Capri-Sun
Dealing crack with Tarzan
To Starsky and Hutch
In a Batmobile
Time travelling to Hitler
Drank him underneath the table
Free'd the Jews from all the chambers
When I got him into selling bangles
You're welcome
[Hook] x4
[Verse 2: Yung Huf]
Was a Luchadore
Hiding in some wedding cakes and churches
Eat that pus*y like Pronutro
di*k is hung like Ian Curtis
Poppin' pills like Joplin
Trading AK's for green cards
Tagging up a precinct
And getting blowjobs from Charizard
Doing the cooking dance
Repping a get-money-gut
Meditating in the jungle
My Gucci belly just stunts
In Raybans with Pygmie ho's hittin' blunts
Getting head from Muriel while Courage just watched
Head decked out with a macaroni du-rag
Smoked out like a firefighter
I don't mean to brag
But her pus*y soft like Yamcha
Her pus*y soft like Michael Cera
I spit timeless like a watch ain't on my wrist
I don't spit for the money
I spit so I can f*ck your b*tch
[Hook] x4