Yeah

One, one

Yeah (she wanna sit on my lap)Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap

(You think you know me)

She wanna sit on my lap, yeah

She wanna sit on my lap (da-damn, Peggy)

She wanna sit on my lap (what? Hahahahaha, what? Ayy)

Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah

(Like three donuts)

(For real, though, what, what we orderin′?

(What food we gettin')

(What you wanna do?)

Fuck Postmates

Ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, what, what, what, uh, what (look man), yeah

I need all (let′s get it)

I need all my bitches same color as Drake

If they not, then they getting rocked

Put that Pyrex in the pot

I don't give a fuck if you out there in the 6

Suck a dick, pussy boy you getting hit with the (woo)

And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon′ take my hits

Break my heart while I break your bitch

Two black cards let me cloak my wrist

Fuck a diss, boy, I′m draggin bodies like it's Metal Gear

I don′t care bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fear

Jugg and I come with them bands, ayy

Gun do not come with no plan, ayy

Keep a Kimber at the pad, ayy

Crackers never get a pass, wait

Credit like my name was Chad, ayy

Watch who you fucking tag babe

Okay, get your demo out my face

Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway

Pull my case, boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae

Young O′Shea (young Ice Cube on the map)

I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town

You talking shit, I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down

I know you never in the hood or in the streets now

And still I′m hearing that you really want some beef now?

Bruh, take your tree out my backwood

Made the beat 'cause I'm that good

Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans

Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned

′Least I made you niggas dance, fuck 12 nigga, stamp

Oh, your body, oh, you got it

On my body, my body, on my body

Oh, your body, oh, you got it

(Hit it)