What you got in there, Beck?
Huh, huh, huh.
Huh, stop ringing the pastor.
Oh, I guess if we chant like a pastor.
She ain't got no tits or ass So I'm finna go get her some plastic Making shit happen like magic If I pull up, I lean in the back I don't play tennis, I still get rekt I ain't finna say it if it ain't facts Smoking that shit by the pound
With my dogs, hellhounds No, bitch, I ain't playin' around Fuckin' my bitch, goin' round off the ground Oh, leave my kids in the mouth No, you cannot copy the sound You're my plug, stay in the south
I don't like to go outside, I stay in the house I don't need that bitch, so I leave on rest You got green, I got red You a little rookie, I feel like a fed I'm taking this bitch like an ass to the vet I'm so official, I feel like a riff I don't wanna fuck, but you give me some head I know she a bitch, so I leave on rest You got green, I got red You a little rookie, I feel like a fed I'm taking this bitch like an ass to the vet
She ain't got no tits or ass, so I'm finna go get her some plastic.
Making shit happen like magic.
If I put up, I lean in the back.
I don't play tennis, I still get rekt.
I ain't finna say it if it ain't facts.
Oh, be talking that shit about her parents.
With my dogs, hell hounds.
No, because I ain't playing around.
Fuckin' my bitch, call around, left the ground.
Oh, lick my kiss on the mouth.
