[Chorus: Wallabe]
Take off, brakes off in the Benz truck
Moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
Cutting bitches off, I don't need a damn sword
Got me counting all my losses, bitch, I ain't count none
That jet black whip that disappear quick
That slicked back wrist snap a bitch like a KitKat
Get that, switch that, sit on my hip
When a bitch bad, take her on a date, make a bitch mad
[Verse 1: Wallabe]
'Cause I got racks in the bank, got cash in the tank
If she gotta fat ass, Imma smash on the brakes
'Cause I'm tryna find out how much dick she could take
'Cause Imma thumb my bands just to give her a taste
Hundred thousand on me, hundred xans in my pocket
Got a watch, it’s worth a milly, throw it up like a rocket
I don't clock in, "Get a job," I'm busy moshing
I don't say I'm from the projects when my mom got hеavy pockets
Imma lock in, never stopping, Imma cock it, Imma pop it (Cock it, pop it)
Got a brand nеw album, Imma drop it and I ain't never out of stock
Got the highest of demands, got designer on my cock
And Imma hop in a cockpit, throwing up bills, crash out in the mosh pit (Crash out)
Imma beat his ass, talking that smack
Get packed, fucker gon' see the past
Racks on my dick impressing these bitches, Imma make it last
Throwing her fatty back on my lap, I put it in her ass
[Verse 2: Wallabe]
Cause I got racks on my Valen, bitch
I'm a fashion-thropologist
Send him back to the future, bitch
I'm a pussy demolisher
Got me standing on business, write a formal apology
To my favorite college, bitch, tell her man I ain't sorry
'Cause Imma give her some miles, and she gon give me neurology
Put it on and I livin' it, take your bitch telepathically
Imma cash out while giving dick, Imma crash out angelically
'Cause I'm catching the difference between the hating and jealousy
If you really gon' mess with me, we can say you gon' rest in peace
Got me writing the recipe
Make these bitches obsessed
But they already obsessed
So, I'm obsessing over bread and cheese
Livin' low stress 'cause I'm blessin' just by doing me
[Chorus: Wallabe]
Take off, brakes off in the Benz truck
Moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
Cutting bitches off, I don't need a damn sword
Got me counting all my losses, bitch, I ain't count none
That jet black whip that disappear quick
That slicked back wrist snap a bitch like a KitKat
Get that, switch that, sit on my hip
When a bitch bad, take her on a date, make a bitch mad
[Verse 3: Shayden Belgarde]
Standing on business, I'm in the corner petting chickens
I'm working on fitness while you're a bum staying bitchless
I don't wanna hear shit, you're a mega yapper genius
Don't say it again, Imma get second hand embarrassment
Homie Ethan spitting some bars, he give me inspo'
Imma start rapping again, on a real note
Lebron got a voice for rapping, on the real though
He need to stop balling and sign a fucking label
[Bridge: Wallabe]
I got some dick cheese
But I'm so fabulous that shawty still wanna lick these
I hop out the Urus and drop a milly on a wrist piece
But we ain't even started yet, this the first piece
[Chorus: Wallabe]
Take off, brakes off in the Benz truck
Moonwalk, throw out suicide doors
Cutting bitches off, I don't need a damn sword
Got me counting all my losses, bitch, I ain't count none
That jet black whip that disappear quick
That slicked back wrist snap a bitch like a KitKat
Get that, switch that, sit on my hip
When a bitch bad, take her on a date, make a bitch mad
