Whoopee Cushion lyrics

[Verse]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
She broke, that's why she keep b*tchin'
Choppa, it jump, n*gga, like a hypnic
My choppa like a grandma, it give you kisses
You sippin fake drank, I ain't being a critic
I f*ck on yo b*tch and I break her acrylics
I don't gotta rob, lil' boy, is you silly?
You a lil' n*gga and I'm the biggest
Spill all of my drank, n*gga, it's a spillage
Pull up to yo hood, n*gga, that's yo village
I'm from the hood, n*gga, call it village
Throw up the west side, sh*t get wicked
She f*ck with me cause I'm smart and I'm brilliant
With that metal, you could get twisted
n*gga, I don't f*ck with snitches
My fans say I'm the king of snippets
n*ggas steal my swag and they came in triplets
I'm not the broke one, don't flip it
That n*gga so broke, he can't fix it
I got a bad b*tch named Lyric
I know Goon here in the spirit
I don't like her makeup so I smeared it
YSL on me, too vintage
Bad ass b*tch and she too explicit
Two cups on me like I'm addicted
Smokin' on dope, ain't doing no whippits
Flex too hard, n*gga, Planet Fitness
Feel like Sosa, oh my goodness
50 bands up, n*gga, I'm hood rich
Say I'm broke, you smokin' that good sh*t
And her ass soft, n*gga, whoopee cushion
I make her prrrrt, do the whoopee cushion
And her ass soft, n*gga, whoopee cushion
I make her prrrrt, do the whoopee cushion
And her ass soft, n*gga, whoopee cushion
I make her prrrrt, do the whoopee cushion
And her ass soft, n*gga, whoopee cushion
I make her prrrrt, do the whoopee cushion
Her ass too fat, had to stop lookin'