JEFF & LITA (feat. Lil Yachty, KARRAHBOOO)

Bad bitch, know I'm too rich, want me to come on here

I make niggas tuck the shit that hand under they chin

I make them niggas act right, we don't fuck with them

Every Audemar I ever bought, came factory

Same twenty-four as me, why they mad at me?

Hmm, niggas not 'Crete, bitch, obsolete (hmm)

Quit your job before you think you can fuck with me

Daytons on the Ford, plastic in my whores

Maybach truck be bouncin' up and down, it look like George

Beatin' up them ties and them breaks on the voyage

Four of wock, run into a Tesla, look like Porsche

Say my name, think you can fuck with me, you need the Lord

I threw in lore, could've bought the hoe a Louis store

Walked in her life and right on out, like revolvin' doors

Bet all y'all steppers up on your couch, make 'em do some chores

I feel like poppin' my shit today without any chorus

I walk around with fifty karats, like I'm feedin' bugs

I poured a tall cup of wock, hard not to chug

I was nineteen, doin' what they wish they could

I had bitches in and out, like a runway casting

Don't put your mouth on it, baby, if you don't got no passion

I treat every nigga around me like my mama had 'em

They underestimate every time, I'm movin' right past 'em

I fuck a bitch to three songs, I am not lastin'

I let them folks have the beach, I'ma fly to Aspen

I told them folks that I was king, like I came from Akron

They act like they know what I mean, so I had to show 'em

I lost my brother and I know how Bret felt with Owen

I asked God to send a sign and it started snowin'

I got known for my grill, like I'm Gary Coleman

Off of X, I get the feeling like them niggas on me

I'm a real geeker, hmm, pour the pint of wock' in a clear beaker

Niggas want beef and become Angry Birds, niggas just tweeters

I'm a hoe hitter, I'm a drink dumper

All my whips new, ain't never need no cable jumpers

Niggas are gettin' they hoe hit, just like No Jumper

I'm a flow shaker, I'm a bill printer

I'm a cash grabber, you a ass-kisser

Heard how y'all actin' in front of the hoes, this is not a desert

I dropped eight-thousand twice, on Bottega sweaters

I dropped eighty-thousand a hundred times, on different endeavors

Hit the strip, my bitch Miss Frizzy, she change the weather

Okay, I heard the bars them niggas spit, but it wasn't clever

I'm solo steppin', don't need no friends, don't call my phone, ever

This shit I'm teasin' on Margiela with the vintage leather

He came outside in Nike slides, how is he a stepper? (Ooh)

I got all these bitches scared and I could tell

Niggas hate that I'm not lady-like, fuck 'em, oh, well

Nigga wanna fuck with me, 'til I bring his hoes hell

How these hoes can't even rap? Truth be told, sex sells

Y'all do anything for cheese caught in the trap, by your tail

All the bros around me solid they'll hop you up if you don't squeal

Ridin' in a dress

Don't want 'em lookin' at my pussy when I'm on they neck

I no longer evolve, so rich, they don't get my respect (okay)

These niggas sensitive, on God, they act just like a bitch

These bitches talk too much, I never take them on a lick

He know he can't get pussy, he ain't spendin', and I'm strict

They ask me who I fuck with, truth be told, a short list (go)

The coupe is dipped in piss, look like he beat it in flush

Okay, they act up to my jam, I'll show 'em who the real rust

It take a lot to impress me, it take a lot for me to blush

It break my heart findin' out these niggas broke, that's why I call 'em crushes (it's us)

My brother got lean, like you need crutches ('Crete)

Boujee, I wouldn't stick Metro inside a duchess

Who is he? That nigga, since Disney, paid Vanessa Hudgens

One finger, get that nigga gone, no bluffin'

Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coke, David Ruffin

We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita

I can tell these niggas all snakes, like Nokia

It's us