SEX

Yeah, that's cool
And I take a chunk of it, some of it

Verse 1: Kevin Abstract
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I done came down, bumpin’ Flexy
Niggas all around me, lookin' sexy
Locked in the crib, smokin' on some shit
Got a nigga seein’ stars, that's just how a nigga live
These birds seem like they're goin' nowhere these days
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Turn me up, I'm tryna get in tune with the DJ
Yeah, yeah (Yеah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Dom McLennon
Sim Simma, who got thе keys to my Beamer?
Young rich nigga steppin' in the arena
Baby girl a dreamer, give me brain like Eureka
I'm absorbin' everything around me now, amoeba
You know I’m that nigga, did you get amnesia?
Spinnin’ in San Marcos, shout out Pauline with the pizza
I'm the diarrhoea, fold ’em like tortilla
Stayin' on my toes, baby, ballin' ballerina
Who you think you talking to? I got no idea
TV on paprika, smokin' anaesthesia
Hit ’em with the cleaner, young street sweeper
Sound gettin' meaner, while a nigga gettin' greener

Verse 3: Matt Champion
Easy with the teeth before you choke on this ****
Michiko Malandro on the run, smoke off the lips (Straight off the lips)
I ain't sayin' no names since it cut me a check
Baby up in Villa and I love the whole set
Let it sit (Let it sit)
Got the glitter (Got the glitter)
Oh, your thick lil' thighs got a grip on me
Watch you ride on me, lil' bitch slide on me (Slide)
Pullin' out, then bust it open, let her shimmy on me
Push it, push it, push it just like this
Shake it, shake it, shake it out the dress

Verse 4: Joba
W** going straight to my head, meet me on the bed
Kick off my kicks, she fiend for the ****
Spit on the tip, spit in her mouth
Cum on the couch, I don't give a ****
Take you to the steam room, rinse off the nut
Bitch, we goin' nuts, bitch 'bout to bust
Me and all my dogs stayin' up
Sleep is for the weak, so I tweak goin' dumb

Refrain: Joba
You know I get wicked
You know I get down
Y-you know I get wicked
You know I get down
Y-you know I get down
You know I get down
Y-you know

Verse 5: Bearface
Smack that, when she playin' Buju in the mother****i**ng hatchback
How you throwin' all that ass expectin' me to catch that?
Knew you tryna tell me with that Tennessee accent
This a crazy story, wait a minute, let me backtrack
She just told me grip up on her shoulders, make her back crack
Said her **** water, I'm a dog and I'ma lap that
Heard me hit that high note, I kiss on her and she match that
She said, "What you talkin' boy, I'm sick of all the backchat"

Verse 6: Merlyn Wood & Bearface
Does your man even exist? Lil' bitch, I ain't seen him yet
Tear that ass up, make your man do the renovate
Slim thick and she finna hit, like a cigarette
Take you where you want, like my Glock, if you take the stick
¿Señorita, qué lo qué? (¿Qué lo qué?)
Ooh lil' mami, wish I knew what you said (I wish I knew)
She Boriqua with the braids
I guess she a genius way she do it with the brain
Throw it 'til you're tappin' out, throw it 'til your back blow out
Throw it like you Tarzan, this big **** you swingin' on
Ass ripple like avalanche, dancin', I'm skiin' on it
Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this
No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch
Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this
No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch

You know I get wicked
You know I get down
Y-you know I get wicked
You know I get down
Y-you know I get down
You know I get down
Y-you know I get down