[Intro}
Are y'all ready kids?
I got ten on Julian, ten on Julian
I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
No, ima lose
[Verse 1]
YAEGERS!
Rick Jack on the track, counting them stacks
His llama said, "Hey bro, just hop on my back"
But why you so bumpy llama, you ain't no camel
Excuse me lil Jack but you ain't no mammal
Lil bro Jack walking down the - street
He said, "Come here homie and tickle my feet"
I do them stuff on a everyday basis
Call me Mr. Homeostasis
YUMMY!
{Interlude]
Yummy, yummy, yummy yummy yummy
(Prrrr)
[Verse 2}
Need that gas Texaco
Broken car, Autozone
No car, Carmax
No money, that's a fact
Puttin in that money, milk and honey
Build a bear (ugh)
Sit down h*e, suck a toe
Now I'm out of there (ugh)
Under the pillow no Glock
Got my hand on the c*ck
Speed it up
Speed it up
Speed it up
I'm done, time to dress up
Waking up, slippers on
Put my underwear on
Nice toast in belly, warm and with the jelly
Okay I got my shirt on, got the pants on
Where's my tie?
BRRR! BRRR!
F*ck that's my alarm
Where my keys?
Where my keys?
On the dresser
Hold up, take a look at the time gonna miss her
She big and yellow (ugh)
V8 engine in the front
4 black wheels
14 seats
And Ms. Frizz with the heat
I no I got no beat, but just listen YEET! YEET!
[Verse 3]
Okay parce? okay yes!
Vamos pal McDonalds por un hot n spicy, hot n spicy
Ella me dal el numero y yo le voy pidiendo el taxi
Cuando yo la llamo me contesta una señora diciendo que no me quiere dar nisiquiera la hora
Yodeling yodeling yodeling
Como el muchacho
Yodeling yodeling yodeling
Vamos cantando
A ver si asi conseguimos un contrato
A ver si asi nos siguen todos escuchando!
F*cking hell man i had it before!
[Verse 4]
Ayyy, me and my boys need to be running the game
You don't run sh*t boy just stay in yo lane
You don't know nothin boy, we ain't the same
And if we get caught I am taking the blame
Oh no to the no, I ain't saying no names
I get *bleep* as a plane
Up in the clouds where I can't feel no pain
I get caught in my ways
Never say never
That sh*t I can't say
Always say no, I can't mess with no lames
Count up these racks till I'm breaking the bank
Talking bout something, boy we don't relate
Six-Five in the game and we keepin our plate
Stay up on the top like no need for a date
(ohhhh this sh*t so)
...
Countin the fetti, so good like spaghetti
I'm ready, I'm ready
To go super saiyan, you thinkin I'm playin?
Fortnite I be sprayin
Got Flakes in the Borden, I'm sleepy I'm boring
Golf Cart it's a foreign, thrift store I be sportin
But that's not important, I'm shootin, I'm scorin
I'm winnin, we winnin
Got snacks in the kitchen, these bars they all spittin
The speakers they knocking, they all tryna copy
Young Chair in this hoe, so you know that I'm Rocking
...
I ain't taking a break
Slowing it down I can't mess with no shake
Tryna stay fit, I ain't tryna be late
Up in the pot, when I whip up the cake
Look to the left and I see my friend Jake
Swimming in water like I'm in a lake
Fortnite with the gang, and I feel like I'm Drake
(I feel like im Drake, wait what?)
[Verse 5]
Vesputti
I hop out the whip
I hop on the booty
I drive a McLaren
I see you starin
My diamonds they glarin
(Woah)
Why is you carin
This track I be tearin
Boy, you best put respect on my name
Count up all these stacks
And we're breaking the bank
Cuz $6.50 on the rise, yeah we raising the ranks
Now my pockets getting fatter, so I guess you to thank
Actualmente, estamos broke
Can't afford this
Can't afford that
Never been counting up stacks
Never been spending these racks
Just thoughts in my head
Expressed on a track
My fee waivers dead
Add this to my back
I'm going to bed
Man, this shit is wack
