Pop a hundred fuckin' bottles for a hundred fuckin' thots (boop-boop-boop)
I roll with a hundred fuckin' monsters with some fully loaded chops (let's go, brrt)
I'm like Jason Voorhees, I hawk down on all my opps (beep, beep)
It's a hundred thousand bitches, wanna drink nut from my cock, yeah (let's go)
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with this chop'
Got a hundred pair Louis V, I don't fuck with Gucci socks
Bitch, I'm bustin' these VV's on me, they say I go too raw (boop-boop-boop)
Yeah, I got beans on me, got lean on me, these. 223's I rock (woo)
When she suck my dick, she call me, Daddy, like her mama (blatt, blatt, what?)
Boy, I pick ten [?], I can't get no more trauma (woo)
B-bitch tryna kick my feet up, I been countin' up all summer (blatt)
I just hit lil' Ren, I said, You shit on DJ Drama (ah)
And my bitch on this house, so I fuck that ho on timin' (slatt, boop-boop-boop)
And these hoes wan' fuck because I'm pretty, like my mama (slatt)
F&N, we hawkin' shit, you hear that? That's that thunder
This a big-ass clip, KRISS Vec', this that eternal slumber (turn the bass up)
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with this chop' (blatt)
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with this chop' (blatt, turn up)
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with this chop' (blatt)
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with–
Pop a hundred fuckin' bottles for a hundred fuckin' thots
Pop a hundred fuckin' bottles for a hundred fuckin' thots
Pop a hundred fuckin' bottles for a hundred fuckin' thots
Pop a hundred fuckin' bottles for a hundred fuckin' thots
Make out with my chop' (slatt), make out with this chop' (blatt)
Got a hundred pair Louis V, I don't fuck with Gucci socks
Bitch, I'm bustin' these VV's on me, they say I go too raw (boop-boop-boop)
Yeah, I got beans on me, got lean on me, these. 223's I rock (woo)
(Th-this what y'all wanted, right?)
