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[Intro]
Yuh (Dylan Brady)
Throw them hands in the pit
If you really ‘bout that shit
Throw them hands in the pit
If you really ‘bout that shit
Throw them hands in the pit
Yah, yah

[Verse 1]
Pop out (Lil bitch)
Pull up
Gas tank (What?)
I’m full up
Loud pack
Yeah, I smoke that
Pop out
Goddamn, my wrist go

New coke, Slurpee
Too high (Yeah)
Nosebleeds
I don’t give a fuck about shit
Knock a simp lights out
Then I roll up, smoke weed

Haha
Y’all talk
Too much
Its like:
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Shut up
(Boy if you don’t shut yo’ bitch ass up)

Pull up, pop out
Better throw hands
Better wile out
Wrist go five pound
Goodnight, lights out

[Chorus]
Punch out my lights
I been so lost without your love
Only thing that helps me now
Can someone please fuck me up?
Yeah, throw them motherfucking hands, boy

[Verse 2]
Pop, lil bitch
Open up the pit
Throw them hands and hit
Give a fuck, get a stitch
Imma punch ‘em in the lip (Pop, pop)
I got blood on my timbs
I got blood on my —
Oh shit, yo I think that guys actually fucking hurt bro
What the fuck?
(Damn, he got knocked the fuck out)

Fuck a Lyft
They gon’ take me home in a ambulance (Fuck)
Poppin’ xans with EMTS
Call that shit Mercedes Benz (Yuh)
I’m about to hit the piss, yuh, yuh
I’m about to smack a simp (Bop, bop)

Uh, is you tough boy?
I really doubt it (Yeah)
Throw them hands if you really ‘bout it (Yeah)
Throw a elbow or two
If you really ‘bout that shit, yuh
Throw yo’ fuckin’ shoes, bitch