[Intro: Campa]
It's like a celebration inside your mouth
Gordo, ah

[Refrain: Cyrano]
Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra (Yeah, uh)
Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra

[Verse 1: Cyrano, Campa]
I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway
Throw a BCD in the crowd, watch 'em shut down eBay
But I ain't used to it, I used to play 'em music
And people where I was showin' look at me like I was stupid (You're stupid)
'Cause I quit talkin' 'bout goin' stupid
Now they changed they tune, matter fact they auto-tuned it
Now reverse is Versace, the royalty of royalty
So you like these? Take my pair
It's my fifth pair, yeah, I got five pairs (Bingo)
Bitch, you ain't eatin' with me, you need a high chair

[Verse 2: Campa]
Whoops, did I say "bitch" too much?
Back in high school, I think I missed too much
All these rappers taboo, talkin' bout they love you
Cut my name in your arm, bitch, fuck a tattoo
I get a sweet tooth
Just thinkin' about the way, I'm gonna eat you
Beat you in the right way
Send her back on her lunch break
Like damn, homes, she can't walk straight
It's okay, she on my team
I ain't lyin', trust me
She ain't cryin', that's Visine
[Refrain: Cyrano]
Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra

[Chorus: Cyrano, Campa]
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah

[Verse 3: Campa, Cyrano]
I'm in this bitch like a shut down freeway (What you say?)
Wait, hold up, I'm in these bitches like a threeway
Life's a movie, every single weekday
No cameras, just a, just a screenplay
Smoke a ounce, smoke a pound
Smoke the whole harvest to the ground
I been up (Yeah), and I been down (Yeah)
I made your girlfriend go another round

[Verse 4: Cyrano]
I keep a low pro, but if you must know
I got a 911 and that shit fuckin' go
Sports car, stick shift, too hard
Bitch boy, probably stall out tryna to turn it on
I don't know why you say I'm on, I ain't got a milli (Got a milli)
You say I'm cold (Cold), but I ain't even chillin' (I ain't even chillin')
You say I'm bussin', I ain't even pay the fare yet
Bitch, I ain't even told 'em to turn up my snare yet
[Refrain: Cyrano]
(Ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra)
Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet
(Ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra)
Snare yet, snare yet, turn up my snare yet
(Ra-ra)
Snare yet, snare, hey, hey

[Chorus: Cyrano & Campa, Cyrano]
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full? Ah
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full?
Ain't nobody ever told you don't talk with your mouth full?

[Outro: Campa]
Visine, Vi—, V-V-V-Visine
Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi—, V-V-Visine
V-V-Visine, Vi—, V-V-V-Visine
I ain't lyin', trust me
She ain't cryin', that's Visine