What, ayy, when I spit it starts a flood, ayy
What, ayy, sipping water from a cup, ayy
What, ayy, I be taking all these dubs, ayy
What, ayy, I only been going up, ayy
What, ayy, up, I always go that one way
What, ayy, yall have got me feeling mundane
What, ayy, Chick Fil-A is closed on Sundays
What, ayy, smash you with a wall-like Subway
I make them crack up like a whip, yeah
Yeah, they clickbaiting you like fish, yeah
Yeah, you aren't comedy, and it's cringe, yeah
Yeah, got this ice on like a fridge, yeah
You the type of person to brush your teeth with only water
I got mad bounce, you'd think I was playing Frogger
You were born in a den, you fit best among the otters
Current like a stream, and now like all they say is poggers
What, ayy, when I spit it starts a flood, ayy
What, ayy, sipping water from a cup, ayy
What, ayy, I be taking all these dubs, ayy
What, ayy, I only been going up, ayy
What, ayy, up, I always go that one way
What, ayy, yall have got me feeling mundane
What, ayy, Chick Fil-A is closed on Sundays
What, ayy, smash you with a wall like Subway
What, ayy, I'm like, hey hello what's up
Drinking breast milk out a cup, and I'm posted in the crib
Throwing hands on sight, and I'm busting up your lip
Tufty gonna shine make, an album with no skips, yeah
What, ayy, feeling like I'm Sosa because
All these women loving it, I'm 'bout to make another hit
Feeling kinda cute, yeah might overthrow the government, he
Pull up with the heater, that's okay, I got an oven mitt, I'm
Locked up, type in goat and I'm the first thing that
Pops up, I got the sauce, like I'm cooking on some
Pasta, me and Quare, we going hard, no one can
Stop us, yeah, stop us
Feed your cat alcohol 'till its legs twitch
I am dripped out, I got piss on my necklace
She tell me she pregnant, that's my cue to exit
Don't pay child support, might get arrested
What, ayy, when I spit it starts a flood, ayy
What, ayy, sipping water from a cup, ayy
What, ayy, I be taking all these dubs, ayy
What, ayy, I only been going up, ayy
What, ayy, up, I always go that one way
What, ayy, yall have got me feeling mundane
What, ayy, Chick Fil-A is closed on Sundays
What, ayy, smash you with a wall like Subway
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Writer(s): David Bruce, Gabe Oelkers
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