Coquillages et crustacés
Qui l'eût cru déplore la perte de l'été
Qui depuis s'en est allé
En un rangé les
Jesus Christ it's- Zxgger!
Johnny K, he getting cash
I feel like 6ix9ine he's so fast

Shawty hit my line and
Maybe later I'm gon get some ass
My main girl got that thumper
I'm not talking bout her asscheeks
I pull up with that choppa
Pussies run like athletes
Red dot sight on my chopstick
Got you lookin like bad acne
Your main hoe look like Velma
My hoe look like Daphne
Shawty running top

And she like the way my tracks flow
Yung Zach spicier
Than a bottle of Tabasco
Pull up on yo bitch
Yeah I think I hear her moan (ahh)
Zxgger come through
Finesse the roof right from your home
Okay like, hola!

Me gusta comer
Tu madre
Punacha
Your wrist cold
Mine's colder
I do coke
No cola
I'm so sick, Ebola

On the come up, like a boner
Eyes always red, like a stoner
I'm just tryna sleep, no coma, ay
I ain't gonna lie bitch I'm too slump, uh
Pull up on your block with a blue pump, uh
Only 9 damage like oh fuck
Then I leave a hole when I hit em like a donut
Fresh out of the underground
They know my name in every town
I hide my smile with a frown

Like Ak why you post these clowns, okay like
Shotgun Willy, I really been actin silly
Got a couple bad bitches who really be down to kill me if I
Fucked up, but I'm too
Fucked up, shoot your bitch
Like a motherfucking dump truck, uh, ay
Take a look at my shoes, yeah my Skechers be the nicest
Whole fucking crew gotta blow like Isis
Fight night, hit you with the right Mike Tyson
Mike, Mike, Mike Tyson