[Intro: Dutchy]
s**in' on that p**y, man I got her super wet
No deal with NIKE but I am a walking check
Stupid Gang forever, b**h I rock my nerdy specs
Ridin' 'round with them chickens in that Corvette
I'm the best, had to get that sh** up off my chest
Gettin' dead faces, then you gotta make it stack
I might fly that p**y out, but I'm Southwest
Ayyee!, Ayyee!
[Hook 1: Dutchy]
Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star
Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock
Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down
Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know it's man down
[Verse 1: Dutchy]
Choppin' sh** down like I'm Zelda, I'm bout my bread like a pretzel
Margiela to step on the pedal, Margiela to step on the pedal
Kush to the face 'til I'm zombie, in the booth spit like a Tommy
I remember we used to be bummy, but now we want keys to the Mase'
Hop out the car like I'm Ric Flair
Earrings they cost quarter brick fair
I remember we used to be wheel fair
Had to keep it pushin' like a wheelchair
Don't rock no Robin's, upgraded my fashion
Christ watching over me, I got the pa**ion
She ride this dick while I rock my medallion
Fly like Aladdin, I swoop up a Jasmine
Run 'em bands up, bout to turn up a bracket
When you get money, man turn up yo' savage
These n***as talk sh** but these n***as no factor
Run my line back, bet it hit like a tackle
These verses like church and the booth is my chapel
I got the juice, b**h who need a Snapple?
Make you salute or my troops gon' attack you
b**h I got the juice, ho who need a Snapple?
Ayyee!
[Hook 2: Dutchy]
Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star
Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock
Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down
Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down
Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star
Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock
Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down
Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down
[Verse 2: Dutchy]
No Tony Montana my nose, my n***a we stick to the code
We work the booth just like a stove, the wrist is Arabian stones
I'm 'bout to get loud on her flower, 7 bands all in my trousers
I am a boss, and I take yo' b**h, just like I'm Bowser
The Lambo is comin' in, the Bentley is comin' in
So I'll be gone 'til November, I feel like Wyclef and 'em
I ball like a stadium, I'm ballin' gymnasium
She think I'm an ATM, but I need some cranium
Ain't worried 'bout f** sh**, got choppas like Navy SEALs
Success is gon' push us, because I'm forever trill
[Hook 2: Dutchy]
Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star
Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock
Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down
Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down
Ayyyeee! She wanna smoke up the pound wit' a rock-star
Ayyee! I put that lil' bih in a Figure Four Leg Lock
Lay in a pull of ya' own blood if you get caught with ya' pants down
Ambulance speedin', sirens is screamin', you know a man down