[Lil Yatchy]
She said "I can´t fuck with him, he way too picky"
I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies
I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians

Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder
Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters
Boy, that´s Margiela
Nigga you know you ain´t counting cheddar
Ask your baby girl who fuck her better
Bitch it´s 20-15, it´s Trick Daddy
Whippin´ niggas like the slave master
20 karats in my left wrist, I´m a youth pastor
Sliding down your city real slow
Braids out with the rare ´fro
With the platinum teeth, nigga good grief
When a nigga smile all you see is bling
Chef Master when I start up beef
Got these niggas hating cause I mm, damn
Niggas hating cause I´m flexing harder
Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber
Chopper make a nigga think smarter

Chopper make a nigga second guess
Is this nigga here really my nigga, or am I just trying hard to impress?
Hmm, now he thinking
Diamonds sparkle got these niggas blinking
Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking
Demon soul inside a holy heaven

[Soop]
I´m in this ditch like a camper
Creeping, late night in I´m a vamper
Don´t let my young boys attack you
I´m with that shit like a pamper
They say that they trick but I´m Damper
When I´m in that bed it ain´t Tamper
These niggas be creeping like cancer
She jump on my pole like a lancer
I´m red-on-red look like I´m Prancer

Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie, boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping
Nigga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon
And a cra-cra if you think you capping
But my ´migos stamping me a newer package
I´ma ship it over to an Egypt palace
Sippin´ lean out a golden chalice
While he looking like a fucking salad
You could see the karats in the band of children
I´m across the water looking like a pilgrim
Money, money, what an open feeling
Y´all been watching looking like a thriller
Always street-whippin´ looking like I´m Tigger
Boy that new thing looking like Shakira
And she give thanks like we in November