[Yung Mutt:]
It’s that marble martyr, fucking daughters
Rocking Starter, going farther
Sauce ain’t tarter, bitch, it’s barbecue
Bitch, I be that bread crumb covered motherfucker
Bitch, I’m fucking southern fried
Lying to all you look-a-likes just to further you from the truth
Sipping white wine then committed suicide
Now, I’m sipping red wine in the booth
Blowing on a blunt
Puffing up
Me and $lick go poof
Goku on the beat
Steady getting money like a toll booth
Nah, I’m just playing
Bitch I’m broke $loth broke, too
Riding in that drop top with the whole crew
No proof
White pearls with one gold tooth
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
[Yung Chri$t:]
Ride till the sun up
Old trucks with the top up
Yet these bitches still stutter
Yung Christ and I’m smoking on butter
Just another white creep with no respect
Every day I hold my breath tryna meet death
No check, no balance, and no debt
No money, no cars, but I’m on flex
See you mother fuckers don’t get that I could give a fuck about this rap shit
Born with a dope flow and an accent
808s with the slap got ya back bent
So here’s a big fuck you to you mother fuckers
Buncha clones
$uicide’s not like the others
So if you wanna meet that devil shit I got in me keep talking lil’ bitch
[Yung Mutt:]
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
Let me get the keys to the rover truck
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna
I’m the number one stunna