Go outside, touch grass
Go outside, touch grass
Sixty-three bitches in my crib, I ain't kissed one
Just got a check, it's a big one
Sixty-three cribs with a bitch in each one
Just hit the first sixty-threesome
Air force cheeks, I'ma crease 'em, lace 'em
Bitch, you ain't slick, I don't pre-cum
Feeling braindead, need cerebrum
Now my dick tired, put a thumb in her bumbum
I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
Check out my wheels, drive itself yeah, I'm not too thrilled
Bitch, come to Brasil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill
Go outside, touch grass
Go inside, touch ass
Go outside, touch grass
Go inside, touch ass
If the money come in crumbs then I'm breadеd
[?] Print in a suit, double-breasted
Puffin' on thе gas, unleaded
Halle Berry in my DMs, tryna get it
And I bought a Cali King just to wet it
Flex on a song with the eight hundred credit
Gravy train runnin' for the Senate
AOC reached out, might hit it
I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled
Bitch, come to Brasil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill
Go inside, touch ass
Go outside, touch grass
Go inside, touch ass
Go outside, touch grass
