The Collection lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
Not gon’ lie with you, twin
I haven’t cleaned my booty in like, probably like 40 days
It’s nasty as f*ck, though
I do not be cleaning my booty
I should of put that on the song, I’d go platinum
What the f*ck?
Was that a ghost?
That smell like sh*t

[Verse 1: Young Mezzo]
Young Mezzo on the f*cking track
Like you always in the back
Winnin’ with a hundred rack
205, oh we high
Like it’s mine, not gon’ lie (lie)
Yeat on feat
Mystic sheet
Then we on his ass like it is a f*cking pass, b*tch
We always be mad, runnin’ sh*t ‘round Lil Bass, b*tch
We always be growin’ grass, we always be, tracking rats
I’m with who? Laughing, big Woo (woo)
And then we be tracing back to that lil sh*t c*nt (facts)
He be stashed, five-o, dashed (ay)
400 cash like it is a f*cking rash, b*tch (b*tch)
You thought wе were done, b*tch? (huh?)
Lil ass Gatty, thot-iati, ban that, Andy (gatty)
Likе I’m in the tracks, b*tch (wait who?)
[Verse 2: Young Mezzo]
Wait a second, who?
RIP The Woo?
b*tch, it’s who?
f*ck that lil thot, boo
Hell or ween, wet like a queen
High like Bean Machine
f*ck you, we be like the lean
Then we on his ass like it is a f*cking pass, b*tch
Then we on (his ass)

[Outro: Young Mezzo]
Then we on his ass like it is a f*cking pass, b*tch
We always be mad, runnin’ sh*t ‘round Lil Bass, b*tch
We always be growin’ grass, we always be, tracking rats (tracking rats)
Lil b*tch, who?
Collection like a boo