YOUR MOM SNORTS EGG YOLKS (IGNOREMIX)

[Intro: shofu]
Aye, huh?
Yeah
Bitch
Yo' mama sleep wit' a nightlight on and wears Barney P-J's to bed, nigga (Haha)
Li'l bitch, aye, aye (Woo!)

[Verse 1: shofu, PE$O PETE, & Tommy Tallarico]
I got your bitch on my dick (Huh?)
Talk to that hoe, tell her, "I gotta get to the guapo" (God damn!)
Imitate [?], my neck on Da Vinci, my ring on [?], my wrist on Picasso
Bad bitch, she look like a model, fuck around, pull my dick and she wobble
My paper long like a novel
She do what I say, got her geekin' [?] like I won the lotto
Uh, hammerhead genie in a bottle (Huh?)
We lookin' down, came up from the bottom (Huh?)
Fuck you mean? Bitch, I've always been a problem (Huh?)
Young PETER told me, "Get 'em", then I got 'em (Aye)
Twenty karats on my wrist bling, oof!
Give a damn about what a bitch think, oof!
Thirty pounds up on my chestpiece, oof!
Die if you ain't gon' respect me, oof!
Shine like the sun, bitch, I'm blacker, I'm tanner
She take my banana, she ain't got no manners
My hammer [?], when she look, she enamored
She don't get a dime, nigga, I am the man
Nigga, I do whatchu do whatchu can
Whole different person, I'm gone off a Xan'
They got no pots, so I'm whippin' a pan
Whatchu expectin'? I don't understand (Aye)
Cookin' up hot shit, the heat in my hands
I be rollin' around, gotta get to the bands
Got the Glock in my pants for you ants
I'm too big, see me walkin' around, I'm destroyin' Japan (Hoo!)
Give me the cash, grab the check, and ran with the 9 in my pants and the thing in my sock (Damn! Damn!)
Your wifey be on me, she callin' me "Daddy", she say I'm so handsome
I get that a lot

[Pre-Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
Aye, man
You know who the fuck it be, haha
This shit so hard
Boy, yo' mama look like a bag of hot Cheetos (What? What? What?)
Hold up, yo (Damn! Damn! Damn!)

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
Okay, you still on my wave?
Pull up in a Uber with my blade (What?)
My shit so insane
Mental lapses when I write insane (Damn)
No, I do not play
Wrist on Bobby Flay (Wrist, wrist, wrist)
This shit is okay (Yeah)
Flow this like Olay
Smooth like [?], okay (What? What? Aye)
Ooh, feel like Madara Uchiha (Huh? Damn)
Ooh, fuck you, wouldn't wanna be ya (Huh? Nah)
Ooh, sing to ya bitch like Sia (Huh? Bitch)
Ooh, then I skrrt off like "See ya!" (Huh? Skrrt!)
Wrists on rainbow shit neon, damn (Huh? Ice)
All y'all rappers are peons, damn (Huh? Sauce)
Yo' bitch scream my name, huh? (Huh? Li'l bitch)
She stayed out for eons (Woah)
Killin', I'm killin', young PE$O a villian
My skin on vanilla, I'm hot like the ceilin' (Aye! Aye!)
My voice so appealin', I'm slashin', not stabbin', you never be healin', I flip, then I whip (Aye! Aye! Aye! What?!)
Wheelin' and dealin', the feds always watchin', the PE$O is squealin'
I came out the cut like he oh-so appealin'
Banana in my 'Rari, I'm swervin', I'm peelin', woah, woah (Skrrt!)
Ooh, my wrist look so ice (What?)
Ooh, young PE$O been nice (Uh)
Ooh, and you scratch your head like "How he do it?", talkin' lies
Ooh, young shofu, he cold, huh? (What?)
Y'all hoes [?], huh? (Okay)
Y'all kids how I wanna be, huh?
Always [?] be [?], bitch! (Aye, aye, aye)

[Pre-Verse 3: PE$O PETE & Dedboii Kez]
Damn! (Woah)
Yo, Kez, hold me back, bro', get 'em, get 'em
Wait, wait, wait, you gotta wait, bro', hol' up, hol' up
It's okay! It's okay! It's okay! ([?])
Hahaha, damn, sit down, man
Shit, I got this

[Verse 3: Dedboii Kez]
Yuh, bitch, who is you? All these niggas call me "Kez" (Damn)
Bitch, I'm only seventeen, and I never been to bed (Yuh, yuh, woah)
Asking, "Why?", are you dumb? Boy, the money never rest (Yuh-Yuh, okay)
So I'm cuttin' hella bricks that I stole from the feds (Yuh, god damn)
Who you kiddin', bitch? I'm the one that you will dread (Yuh, yuh, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, [?] to [?], I got demons in my head (Yuh, god damn)
Poppin' Xans, not poppin' shots, for the money, for my bread (Yuh, woo!)
Yeah, your girl is grown to like it when my monsters in her bed (Yuh, okay)
I feel like Yamamoto since I'm fire with the blade (God damn)
That heater warmin' up, I'm bringin' fire to yo' face (God damn)
And if you ain't talkin' money, I don't fuck witchu lames (Woah-Woah)
I'm a bad barber, you get cut in the fade (Woo!)
I'm a menace poppin' shots, you can see I got the Glock (Brr! Uh-huh)
Got my cannon in her mouth, and it sound like poppin' rocks (What?)
I bet I'm poppin' out on top, I'm a god up on yo' block ([?], what?)
And the feds are always watchin', but the boy just payed them off, R-I-P (What? What? What? What?)

[Outro: Dedboii Kez]
Woo! Aye, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
Hey, yuh, hey, yuh (Yuh)
Turn up, what are y'all niggas talkin' 'bout? (Yuh)
You don't even know, man
This is so fucking clean (Yuh)
Damn, some ignorant shit (Yuh)
Get it! Get it! (Yuh)
Brrah!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh