[ Featuring YDot GDot ]
(Verse 1)
I say oh baby you quiet better make sum noise
Don't believe the hype, silent killer, I'm from Illinois
Like my nigga strapped like gabeauxs when he bring the toys
Big nigga stepping get me wet, kitty like La Croix
Real trench lady take me baby I like wild boys
You bitches be buggin, think it's funny, til I get annoyed
Niggas patch you up for that cappin like some corduroy
Keep Cherry out yo mouth unless I'm in it
I like (a ha uh)
Bi like my disorder but it's sexual
Cin't got nothing towards her, wanna see if shorty flexible
Got her seeing lines like a reporter, intellectual
Brain got her running for the border, Cherry tactical
Eat it with precision then I sort em like some skittles
Red, caramel, chocolate little
Tryna see what's in the middle
Bout to eat like a McGriddle
I might play her like a fiddle
Less her lingo cunningulus, tryna see if shorty nimble
If she f*ck me good in her bonnet, buy a wig or two
Seeing how she wiggle, soak it up, cowabunga boo
That lil cash ain't hitting on crumb
Big Cherry, is you dumb
Big choppas goin dumb with the drum attached
Going through a ounce a day, like I ain't a lung attached
Going through a gram of wax a day, ain't got a lung attached
Shotgun, laying bitches out like they cross hatched
Got her gettin into it with her nigga call that mismatched
(Chorus)
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, get them racks
Cnd it's (clap clap) where the mac, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Yeah where you at, get them racks sis
Ugh where you at, throw it back
(Verse 2)
(cye Cherry where you going)
This for the slim thangs, hair down to her crack
I'm that one nerd that get ya baby daddy wack
Ima pay for it, ima trick and that's a fact
BTc got the club turnt up to the max
Put it on my glasses bae you ain't on shit
I can't wife her (why?) shorty known for doin dick
You put ya all in her and she got you out here sick
I leave 1 and get 3, yeah I'm cold with the flip
Yur yur yur yur baby ima hustler
Capricorn talk her through that nut while I'm f*cking her
Where you where you at? In the raq getting racks
I don't want her, she a rat have her back
4 eyes big 6, I'm a G
Push Tito's down her throat til she pee
Do my big one, every time we gone eat
I got a baddie out west, I ain't talkin Natalie
(Chorus)
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, get them racks
Cnd it's (clap clap) where the mac, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Yeah where you at, get them racks sis
Ugh where you at, throw it back
(VERSE 3)
Call that nigga clank when I f*ck him with the ratchet cat
Pussy put him down like he got hit up with a hatchet axe
She already gave me good top, ain't even hump her back
Cutting bitches off, don't text, you can have her back
Ugh, Cherry gone give 'em hell
Can't do the finger test cause I be wearing stripper nails
Finger test yourself, would you eat it, do it got a smell
Pack up the pussy, sent it off, call her cOL
Told her grab the rabbit but she couldn't bitch Elmer Fudd
Baby got her shaking now the hoe is thinkin she in love
Pack said runtz but I stuffed it with some better bud
Playing on my top, gotta drop you like you in the mud
Ugh baby tryna poke like a thermometer
Tryna see her take it like a champ while he on top of her
Say she never met another me, I'm not a commoner
Laps around these bitches, not miles, these kilometers
(Chorus)
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, get them racks
Cnd it's (clap clap) where the mac, throw it back
Cnd it's (clap clap) where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Ugh where you at, throw it back bitch
Yeah where you at, get them racks sis
Ugh where you at, throw it back
