[Intro: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
(It's been a year, James)
(I really really missed you)
(Remember when I asked you to make me that beat in 2018?)
(You laughed and said my career had no chance of taking off)
(See me now?)
(Yeah you do)
(Fuck you)
(Bring yo' Glock, that's me guessing you didn't drop it down the shower drain again)
Oh I did
[Verse 1: Yung Tupperware]
Hopping out that Porsche
I just fucked up on that horse
This a million dollar beat
Do you wanna lick my treat?
We just made it out the hood
And you said we never could
Out the mud, yeah we out back
Let me count up this damn rack
Bitch I'm out here with my Glock
Show these kids my big fat cock
I mean Yung T going off
Fеtty Wap come suck me off (off off off)
It’s Pride month, now I’m gay
But this ain’t thе Flex way
We gon hit the Flex wave
Hit the generation brave
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Bridge 1: Yung Tupperware]
They called us one hit wonders, now we’re dropping number twos
All these shots land on my back, getting freaky with the booze
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Bridge 2: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
All these opps finna pull up, asking “Yung T, how you do it?”
Took your bitch and all your assets, how the fuck you think I run shit?
(Ay, I lodged a Glock in my asshole)
[Verse 2: Yung Tupperware]
And now we fucking on a kid
Suckin on that shit
Thriving in our biz
I run up my hoes, I think I need to stop drinking
I drive 30 boats, end of day, yeah they all sinking
And now we topping all them charts
Lickin’ private parts
Learning martial arts
Refining all our music, think we started this easy?
Don’t wanna say it, but your raps they all sound cheesy
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Bridge 3: Yung Tupperware]
Yung Tupperware can’t rap, yeah he got a ghostwriter
But this shit is fucking heat, you might need a firefighter
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Bridge 4: Yung Tupperware]
Yung Tupperware can’t rap, stupid white boy from PA
Shut yo philly ass up, at least I’m living life today
[Verse 3: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
I got thirty bands hoe
I wanna suck a little kid and play the banjo
Lowkey, I need to rise
You wanna see your prize?
I need some hella bands, put it in my pants, we need some ties
(Yung T ain't no hoe)
You need to get that bag
I’m talkin’ moneybag
I wanna see you cry, but I wan' really see you thrive
I wanna clown on you when you are put in the archive
You stupid bitch, you stupid hoe, I wanna see you die
[Verse 4: Yung Tupperware]
Hopping out that Porsche
I just fucked up on that horse
This a million dollar beat
Do you wanna lick my treat?
We just made it out the hood
And you said we never could
Out the mud, yeah we out back
Let me count up this damn rack
Bitch I'm out here with my Glock
Show these kids my big fat cock
I mean Yung T going off
Fetty Wap come suck me off (off off off)
It’s Pride month, now I’m gay
But this ain’t the Flex way
We gon hit the Flex wave
Hit the generation brave
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Bridge 5: Yung Tupperware]
Sliding in the Bentley, all these opps making me wealthy
I might need some Glocks, we finna pull up very stealthy
[Chorus: Yung Tupperware & James Bielinski]
Opps, cops, mops, cops
Opps, cops, mops, cops
[Outro: Yung Tupperware]
Yung Tupperware on top, yeah I run the fucking game
Yung Tupperware is broke, 40 cents to my name
