JACKRABBIT

[Chorus: Peysoh]
We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

[Verse 1: Peysoh]
I'm broke, bitch, 'kay, we only fuckin' if yo' bag right
Suck a nigga, got a potty mouth until we pass by
Brodie, you a bitch, on this planet in yo' last life
We'll really make a top shotta nigga act right
Dashin' on they block, knock him off his tippy-toe
Ain't no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know
Can't tell 'em what I'm hearing, but I bet he feel me though
How you wifin' up a eater, nigga? You a silly Joe
We been playing with them yappies, come and get yo' car flipped
We gon' do it broad day and on some after dark shit
My killers on whatever, trippin', quick to park shit
When you thuggin' in these streets, you really make your heart stiff
Baby, I'm a bad doomer, opps know I don't give a fuck
I make this for the killers, don't go play this shit in the club
They knew it ain't no runnin', but before I made it run
On the gang, I had a B before you touched your first gun

[Chorus: Peysoh]
We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I ain't graduate from syrup, so I'm agitated
Real jerk off, keen masturbation
Put a bitch on the street before an allegation
Thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh-uh
Real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up blister, huh
Free my nigga De Santan, buy that nigga, huh
Free my nigga BG Jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin' for a pickle
I was tryna get him out that window
Tryna reverse the sentence, niggas tweakin', I won't finish
All these bullets'll get me in Guinness, spendin' money on pendants and on piss
You ain't a pussy, ain't gon' give a pussy this
Pop, top, VPN loaded on the six drop
He ain't came up with us, fuck him, nigga, photo crop
I was standin' front line, mostly I would drop
Chin up, nigga, chest out, what these nigga not?

[Chorus: Peysoh & Lil Yachty]
We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin' (It's us)
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit
Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'
Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin?
I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets
Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit