SEX

Yeah, that's cool

And I take a chunk of it, some of it

Verse 1: Kevin Abstract

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I done came down, bumpin’ Flexy

Niggas all around me, lookin' sexy

Locked in the crib, smokin' on some shit

Got a nigga seein’ stars, that's just how a nigga live

These birds seem like they're goin' nowhere these days

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Turn me up, I'm tryna get in tune with the DJ

Yeah, yeah (Yеah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Dom McLennon

Sim Simma, who got thе keys to my Beamer?

Young rich nigga steppin' in the arena

Baby girl a dreamer, give me brain like Eureka

I'm absorbin' everything around me now, amoeba

You know I’m that nigga, did you get amnesia?

Spinnin’ in San Marcos, shout out Pauline with the pizza

I'm the diarrhoea, fold ’em like tortilla

Stayin' on my toes, baby, ballin' ballerina

Who you think you talking to? I got no idea

TV on paprika, smokin' anaesthesia

Hit ’em with the cleaner, young street sweeper

Sound gettin' meaner, while a nigga gettin' greener

Verse 3: Matt Champion

Easy with the teeth before you choke on this ****

Michiko Malandro on the run, smoke off the lips (Straight off the lips)

I ain't sayin' no names since it cut me a check

Baby up in Villa and I love the whole set

Let it sit (Let it sit)

Got the glitter (Got the glitter)

Oh, your thick lil' thighs got a grip on me

Watch you ride on me, lil' bitch slide on me (Slide)

Pullin' out, then bust it open, let her shimmy on me

Push it, push it, push it just like this

Shake it, shake it, shake it out the dress

Verse 4: Joba

W** going straight to my head, meet me on the bed

Kick off my kicks, she fiend for the ****

Spit on the tip, spit in her mouth

Cum on the couch, I don't give a ****

Take you to the steam room, rinse off the nut

Bitch, we goin' nuts, bitch 'bout to bust

Me and all my dogs stayin' up

Sleep is for the weak, so I tweak goin' dumb

Refrain: Joba

You know I get wicked

You know I get down

Y-you know I get wicked

You know I get down

Y-you know I get down

You know I get down

Y-you know

Verse 5: Bearface

Smack that, when she playin' Buju in the mother****i**ng hatchback

How you throwin' all that ass expectin' me to catch that?

Knew you tryna tell me with that Tennessee accent

This a crazy story, wait a minute, let me backtrack

She just told me grip up on her shoulders, make her back crack

Said her **** water, I'm a dog and I'ma lap that

Heard me hit that high note, I kiss on her and she match that

She said, "What you talkin' boy, I'm sick of all the backchat"

Verse 6: Merlyn Wood & Bearface

Does your man even exist? Lil' bitch, I ain't seen him yet

Tear that ass up, make your man do the renovate

Slim thick and she finna hit, like a cigarette

Take you where you want, like my Glock, if you take the stick

¿Señorita, qué lo qué? (¿Qué lo qué?)

Ooh lil' mami, wish I knew what you said (I wish I knew)

She Boriqua with the braids

I guess she a genius way she do it with the brain

Throw it 'til you're tappin' out, throw it 'til your back blow out

Throw it like you Tarzan, this big **** you swingin' on

Ass ripple like avalanche, dancin', I'm skiin' on it

Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this

No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch

Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this

No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch

You know I get wicked

You know I get down

Y-you know I get wicked

You know I get down

Y-you know I get down

You know I get down

Y-you know I get down