Apps

[Hook: Jackson]
I got that drip; that three-bean dip
Walk  into the room with the Wavy Lays chips
Got  the Coke (Dr. Pepper!)
The name brand snacks
I’m the plug — I brought the apps

(Celery  sticks in my ass)

[Verse 1: Jackson]
Everybody  knows when I pull up my astronaut machine
I brought the appetizers, but I’m still the main cuisine
I  got that entree bod when I step onto the scene
With the cheesy tater tots and the fried green beans

I brought the apps‚ I got the snacks
I made the dips‚ so I get the ass
I  brought the chips‚ you know they got ridges
Munchin’ on ruffles and fuckin’ these bitches
I’m bumpin’ OMEN and it’s fuckin’ fire
Say turn it down, I’ll just turn it up higher
And I’m mixin’ blueberry vodka with the Grey Goose
Eatin’ all the queso while they trippin’ on quaaludes

[Hook: Jackson]
I got that drip; that three-bean dip
Walk into the room with the Wavy Lays chips
Got the Coke (Dr. Pepper!)
The name brand snacks
I’m the plug — I brought the apps

[Verse 2: Graham]
Pull up to the party and you already know
I got the appetizers and I’m gonna finesse ya ho
I’m twenty minutes late but you know it don’t matter
Cuz I’m keepin’ it 100 man, I brought the fruit platter

Brought a couple snacks‚ man, I keep it by the books
I made ‘em all myself, man‚ stay at home cook
She say “holy shit, these are fire deviled eggs”
Then I take her to the bedroom and she spread them fuckin’ legs

[Interlude: Graham & Jackson ]
Except it’s not my bedroom
(Hey, get out of my bedroom!)
Hey, fuck off man, I’m fuckin’ your wife!

[Hook: Jackson]
I got that drip; that three-bean dip
Walk into the room with the Wavy Lays chips
Got the Coke (Dr. Pepper!)
The name brand snacks
I’m the plug... I brought the-

[Verse 3: Will]
Party at my house, gotta get the Sprite
Gotta get the cups, cuz we’re goin’ all night
My parents aren’t home for another week
So it gives me time to party and a few more days to clean

I mean, what’s so bad about giving alcohol to teens?
I’m super chill as long as they don’t break anything
Runnin’ back and forth from the kitchen to the basement to the bedroom, help
Tryna keep from yellin’ at the plus ones
Cause they're no fun when they knock my grandma off the shelf

And I’m sprintin’ all around puttin’ lids all on the cups
And I’m cautious about people gettin’ nauseous on my rug
And somebody bumpin’ OMEN on the speakers and they suck
Tell ‘em turn it down but they just keep on turnin’ up

Here come the cops, oh God
Everyone’s runnin’ through my lawn
Wait, fuck, I should get gone
But this is my house

[Outro: Will & Jackson ]
(I fucked your wife, shit lips!)
(That was my wife!)
(Oh, shit! Sorry!)