[Jack Harlow:]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHeyIf you want it you can have it, that my old styleMoving through the night just like an old coy--Yote, low profile, sippin' something, got my piss lookin' like the Oh-hiPush it 'til it's broke downSomethin' like my momma when I take the bag home to herCon artists talkin' like some connoisseursIf you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewersShe the one I wrote this song forAnd she put it on while she puttin' on the contourPhone calls from the concourseLong way from home and that pussy what I long forBut, for now I'm on the clock, uhGive myself off to you right before I knockOnce I'm back home, then you know it's Yung JocWe gon' set the camcorder up and make a HitchcockI'm a uhh, big shot, uhI can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hotI can't eat the leftovers out the ZiplocIt's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain itI know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimesI feel the tension in all the conversations we haveI know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' aroundAnd I'm pacin' right nowYeah, this shit knockin'And she, and she, she tryin' give noggin (Ooh!)Tryin' show the youngin' what the the tip top isBut see me, I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, uhHit it once, she say that we been talkin', uhI don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the companyAnd it's validatin' for me, fill the void I been strugglin' withI rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bussin' this shitIt's an infection I avoid, I been wantin' a kidBut, I been flip floppin', huhIndecisive how I'm tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!)Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin'Chauncey tryin' show me what the crip walk is[CyHi The Prynce:]CyHi, yeah, huhDrip droppin'Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huhSmoke is strong, can't quit coughin'Valentino with the Louis, boy, I make saucesBig bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', hahaBig toppin' with the cheese gossipShe like my last CD, I guess she disc jockin'Spokin' word over bass, I be grid lockin'She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin'Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin', huhHurry up before my dick softenShe put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin', huhSend her home in some sweatpantsShe vegan so I hit her with the eggplant, huhHer daddy rich so so I'm Stedman, huhVetements Gucci headband, huhShe said I'm better than her ex manIf you fuck another bitch, you a dead manHold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnantI am not your nigga, I'm your bestfriend, huhShhh, quit talkin'I just wanna' know what the drip drop is, huhI pull her hair, girl, I rip stockins'If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks thenNever take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"Honey gold diggin', hope you tryin' to pick pocketSo I'm swip swappin'Got a thick chocolateLittle chick from the market, caught her wrist wathcin'Now we at the crib and we binge watchin'I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shitI'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, huh