Karaoké Balloon Tyler, The Creator & Doechii

Yeah we ain't talkin'

To your dumbass you could be a millionaire

And still be a bum ass, boy

I've been in a dream

I've been on a to okay, look

Why I work so hard my soul profit

Why I can't settle down

I like options

Why I hate small talk

I like topics

House shoppin', I'm a pig

I love coppin', ugh

No BBLs

I like A cups, ugh

Long legs, pretty when they wake up, ugh

Niggas run they mouth wanna race up

Everything real here no lace front, okay

Like bells during December

I slay

I don't even like girls, bitch

I'm way

Up too high bitch, I'm on my own dick

I don't need your box ugh

Fuck them regrets call them and get

All that weight off your chest

Got my brothers here we the Wayans

Not my only girl but you my favorite

I've been flyin' high where's the pavement

Enough of me can I get a amen

Ooh can I get a amen

I'll air this bitch out like balloon

I'll send his bitch ass to the moon

I'm at the top ain't no room

Aight where the swamp is

Flyest bitch up in the room

I need a cockpit

I need some PETA for this pussy they want the croc' print

I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet

I let it in

I let it out

I'm a bi bitch but I need that pussy now

If he is gay, then I am gay and we are nouns

Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down

Oui oui merci

Keep it cute when you're in my city

I'm five two

A-cup titties

I don't need you 'cos I already fuck me

I don't need a Range when I got an airboat

I don't need a plane 'cos the airboat float

Out New York walk around bare-toed

I don't need a passport

I'm a swamp bitch, oh

Don't stop don't stop

Don't stop

I air this bitch out like a queef

I'll see your ass back to the streets

I'll spray your whole block with le fleur

He gon' eat this pussy out 'cos it's sweet

Don't stop don't stop

Don't stop don't stop

Don't stop don't stop

Don't stop