Chorus: Crünkbünni & $k3tch
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Fucking with the crunk kids, dealing at the bar
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Crünkbünni, fit bizarre
Verse: Crünkbünni
Yo yo yo yo
Crünkbünni hop out the whip bitch
Crunk money so green it’s wicked
Eat up these hoes, delicious
My flow so mean, malicious
$k3tchi and Battiste dealing peat to the jitties
Me and Double R at the clurb getting litty
Bünni and $k3tch, yeah we run this city
Pink yo hat and a tat on my titty
Verse: $k3tch
Popping off the peat like I'm Peater
Call your girlfriend, I really wanna meet her
Check the drip, that’s gold, like retrievers
Making money like I’m Audi, I’m the dealer
Dapgomt bitch, go ahead and go
Forty thousand jits when the band takes the floor
Forty thousand jits repping brand names on clothes
Shut the fuck up better when we’re at the thrift store
In the streets and I might splurge
Drop a couple hundred, selling peat like a god church
On the beat like I’m the monster
Friendly to these jits, talking shit when your back turns
Interlude: Crünkbünni & $k3tch
Yo $k3tch
Yeah?
Let’s show these jits how to fuckin party
Are you ready to fucking go?
$TFÜ style
Bitch
Chorus: Crünkbünni & $k3tch
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Fucking with the crunk kids, dealing at the bar
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Crünkbünni, fit bizarre
Verse: $k3tch
Haven’t seen the plug in a week (that’s finished)
Haven’t seen a buzz from a geek in a minute
Whip so sick like the ride’s contagious
Fit so crazy you could say it’s outrageous
Digits like scrabble, bitch you don’t wanna play us
And I do it every day, shut the fuck up is famous
See how we tryna fight, try to restrain us
Peater fly all the way to Uranus
Too hot check the thermometer
Money stacked, looking at my cards like a cheater
I don’t fuck with you but I don’t like her either
I don’t fuck with anybody, call me Peater
Peater crunk when I run in the club bitch
Peater dunt with the snorbs in the mosh pit
Gotta make a choice cause the whip’s a two-seater
Jits get in line, gonna follow the leader
Verse: Crünkbünni
Who’s that jit? I think his name is Peater
If he’s got a girlfriend, I really wanna meet her
His sick beats make me lose my mind
24/7, yeah I’m calling Peat’s line
I gotta pull down those skinny jeans
Off the peat erryday, I’m a skinny fiend
I’ll fight a bitch if she fuck my dealer
He saw me get crunk and he said “I wanna steal her”
Ay Crünkbünni bitch
Ain’t tryna be funny bitch
Me and Bladee in the drainage ditch
Me and Simon fuck high pitch (Crünkbünni!)
P E A T E R
Check the neon, you can see me from afar
P E A T E R
Call me Brittany the way I’m spitting munk bars
I’m Jeanette, not from iCarly
Me and the chipettes pull up to the party
All my crew is jitless
All my fits ridiculous
Interlude: Crünkbünni & $k3tch
Yo Peater, give me that dick
And also a sword, and also some peat
Hell yeah, what else you looking for, man?
You know what I’m looking for, Peater, I’m looking for love
I mean, I don’t got love, I got peat, I got broad swords, I got long swords, I got swords for broads, I got all kinds of shit
Bridge: Crünkbünni
Crunk in the club and I’m looking for love
Peater in the club and he’s getting fucked up
We don’t want trouble man, nuh uh
All you jits, put your fuckin hands up
Put yo hands up
Put yo hands up
Put yo hands up
Put yo hands up
Chorus: Crünkbünni & $k3tch
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Fucking with the crunk kids, dealing at the bar
P E A T E R
Looking for the dumb jits, you know where you are
P E A T E R
Crünkbünni, fit bizarre
