[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
(Census, what you cookin'?)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I was in the A, now I'm in LA, I might just go to bay
Me and some n***as, we cannot relate, because I got different taste
N***as, they basic, yeah, they got to face it, I like to try different ways
My n***as throwin' them A's, yeah, my n***as totin' them K's, yeah
Whole pints of Tech', whole pints with Wock' in stock
I just want that neck, boot her up like Macintosh
N***as got me vexed, steady tryna sabotage
Nasty lil' bitch got a curly afro in the cabbage patch
3X pistol in her soul, finna have a heart attack
I be on ten toes, when I'm on the road, so n***a, no, I cannot lack
We did all this shit, started from the bottom, so no, I ain't cuttin' no slack
Shippin' off weed, it ain't in the store, but it still come in a pack
I could tell lil' baby needed some money, what you gon' do for these racks? (It's us)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (It's us)
Yeah, yeah (Damn), yeah, yeah
Eat me up, no, don't waste, baby, I don't care your race

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
My n***as they ridin' in all black, don't even carry no K
We up in that Masi', we ain't showin' face
I hit up my bro, he passin' me an eighth
I don't got the chop, my n***as sprayin' mace
Even when you good, n***as love to hate
Feelin' like a hero, bitch, I need a cape
Shawty, she a thot, but now she wanna date
Said you want a feature? I got different rates
N***a, I'm the wave, open up the gates
N***as fans, they be actin' like enemies
All in my phone, yeah, I know she feelin' me
I get them big racks, you a kid to me
I swear that stupidity is sin to me

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke (It's us)
In a peanut butter coupe, gettin' blown like soup
I just fucked Betty Boop, I throw ally oops
She know I'm not shit, just as bad as you
Three hundred thou' my wrist, I could drop a nuke
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (It's us)
Yeah, yeah (Damn), yeah, yeah (Brrt)
Eat me up, no, don't waste, baby, I don't care your race