Perplexed (feat. Yvngxchris)

And this stick got a kick like jujitsu Chris walk around with a missile I call a- Little nasty bitch, I knew you was a freak And she said I'ma dog, bitch, give me a treat or two And I got a scope on the mo'fuckin' glizzy You know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you Bro, why the fuck do this bitch- I love DJ GREN8DE And this stick got a kick like jujitsu Man, I swear that this shit do not even matter Take your bitch on a date, I'ma eat it after Yeah, I know that she sexy But when she take it off, I swear to God, she lookin' even badder Do the white man choker, no Stephan Letter Bring that lil' bitch to the telly so we can pass her And she suckin' my dick, it's so damn astounding And I just got a check, I don't got to count it 'Cause the money count it, count it up, it go beep My bitch like Coi Leray, she so petit And I'm coolin' with, yeah, we on the beach And I said, "Are you hungry? Let's do Uber Eats" Why she tell me to eat her booty in the sheets? Little nasty bitch, I knew you was a freak And she said I'ma dog, bitch, give me a treat or two And I got a scope on the mo'fuckin' glizzy You know I'ma bust it, you know that I'm seein' you Bro, why the fuck do this bitch keep on blowin' up my fuckin' phone I'ma KanKan beat on you I really rock out with that out of Joe Method I was fuckin' your shorty, that's why she still textin' And I'm only one twenty, but yeah, I still flexin' And this stick got a kick, I'ma send him to heaven And this stick got a kick like jujitsu Chris walk around with a missile I call a play, they gon' blitz you Tax for a fee and I told 'em to rent dude I'm refereeing, said I'm too official Chrome Heart on my t-shirt Skate on the beat, hit a backside revert And I just turned my music on your momma speaker Stick in the box and it go like "Ee-er" How you get cheese and you lactose intolerant? Shoutout Tae Retro, I'm bumpin' "Synonymous" I go ultra instinct, autonomous Me and yvngxchris be the goats, that's obvious And I just left the telly, came back with two treeshes Buddy threw me her dope, some trash, I'm keeping it And she said I'ma dog, but I throw all the leashes And these apples be sweeter than Georgia peaches And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter To be honest, this really don't even matter Run up on me, some' glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh, yeah And I swear that my pockets just getting fatter To be honest, this really don't even matter Run up on me, some glass gon' be gettin' shattered, huh