Bugs Bunny

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat Yeah (I am the King) Finna go, yeah I'm finna tear yo' lil'—, yeah Finna tear yo' bitch (Ayy) Man Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz [Verse] Finna tear yo bitch walls down like a termite Road running, this a checkpoint, hit the turnpike Pull up on you for that cheese, I'm the big worm type Shit talking white boy, I'm Cena with the word "life" White Mountain Dew like King Buu, now I look like Kirby Chicken on his head, watch that boy get cooked like turkey First bird gets the worm, lil' bitch, I'm jugging early Thinking that he shooting like he Curry, we done took his .30 In a Vert with a lil' Uzi, feel like Baby Pluto I ain't high off the first 'Wood when I'm facing two more Hmm, oh your buffs? Got 'em straight from kudos One up ain't enough, we gon' slide and make it 2-0 Human Race with the green tag straight from StockX Road run, punch jacks, and you know I drop checks Real baller, I'll drop sixty and will not sweat Sick of this lil' bitch, all she got is hot breath Out the country, upping yin, on my tourist shit When I touch down, it's MIA, good Florida trips She don't put pape in my pocket? I ignore the bitch Christian Dior, Louboutin, on my foreign drip Board the plane, first class Delta if I board that bitch I was looking for assists, now I'm on my scoring tip I'ma let it blow if an opp looking towards my blick Reach for this chain? A dude's gonna take a florist trip Finna get some trop, my bitch on her Tim Hortons tip Pocket got a knot, I get flashy when I'm bored and shit Feel like Paul Revere, come through and I'm horsing shit Pushing foreign shit, oh shit, you can't afford a Lyft? This a scam house, finna get up on my order tip But I can take you to the dope spot where they snorting shit 2K foot work, Virgil did the Jordan kicks I can hear the bag talking to me, on my Dora tip Real life shit talker, bitch, I drip water I can turn the crowd up, spot jump like Vince Carter How the fuck my pop look like Flint water? Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy, you gotta switch chargers Swear to God, really I'm just preaching in this bitch Fucking racks up, walk out Neiman's leaving drip Bitch named "Angel" and the demon doing dick Going 160, I might make the Demon do a flip [Hook] Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a bitch then make her get the fuck out [Bridge] Yeah, then make her get the fuck out Yeah, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now Huh, follow me on clubhouse Bitch, yeah Huh, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz [Hook] Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a bitch then make her get the fuck out [Outro] Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz