[Produced by Tyler, the Creator]
[Intro]
Yeaaaah b**h
Wolf Gang
Sweatshirt, uh
Ho
[Verse]
Ninety-four rap music, beat a preacher's a** to it
Pigeon blood will leave the stool wall sh**ted up
sh** talk myrtle f**, get your sister f**ed
sh**, i hit the stripper up then go and pick a stick inside the f**ing pots where we brew them b**hes up
Rip your writtens while my n***as splitting, splitting blunts
Eyes hazed with my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt
Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup
Ice picking cripples till I get my pickle rub
Catch me popping pimples, telling b**hes triple 6s
Stab 'em with pencils in their temples till my dick erupts
It's really f**ing simple, s*ut
Wolf Gang, get with us
Either that or grab a full fist of nuts and lick 'em up
Turn it up, fist of cup, give them b**hes dick to s**
Let them drink the cum out of f**ing paper cup
Pours wider than the horse that I'm sniffing up
Leave now if you ain't tryna get 'em titties touched