BUTT SEX Lyrics

Bet I look good in a sundress

Got em' all pressed like what's next

Casual brunch then butt sex

Oh shit, Nah fuck that

Diggin' down deep in the deets double dutch that

Double those d's like geez gotta clutch that

Q's and the P's and the bees in the birds nest

Packing my peace with some tree and a cubs hat

shit, bitch want a guy like me

6'3, dad bod high key

Still on a yacht Maldives out east

Stepping on the beach doo doo, my b

Mad at yourself don't pick on me

Cause ya numbers gone down and ya peaked last week

Boy ya better get a job, Uber eats the beef

A lean mean machine you can't compete with me

Boy I been around the business

Smells like fish without the chips

Talked to labels, a and r's, they all be promising the kid

That i'm him they say you got next up we love you 'perminence'

They don't know a single fucking song tho

Why they on my dick

Bet I look good in a ball gown

Book the whole place get it shut down

Straight from the bus to a buss down

Send a late text no stress no butt dials

I got flames hit the bank like 'kachow'

Spit a lil game she in love now

Got a lil brain hmm what now

Got a lil brain she a

Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up

Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup

Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up

With these lil kids tryn' be what I once was

I don't do trends, no friends, just us now

365 x 5 no touchdown

Gotta come clean I love it in SoCal

Stumble on screen, on set like sup' y'all

I got 99 notifications on my phone, it's sick

Post it, caption, tap it, comment section, 'Perty hot as shit'

On my sister, uncle, brother, cousin trust we gon' be rich

Diamonds dancing do the Macarena, moonwalk do the splits

Research fore' you hit me

Don't me hit too pretty

Expensive no kidding

No Sarah, McKenzie

No re-up got plenty

My new bitch need Fenti

New Gucci, obsession

Got sushi, get sexy

Bet I look good in stilettos

Here take this get mellow

Young rich toxic fellow

See a lil snack pack bitch say hello

Run through fields he run through the meadow

Tryn' pay bills, get real, get settled

He a big deal, real stones on the bezel

Boy they get chills, he silk, he special

Boy it's 4th down can't pass cant rush though

Everybody rap, shit cut throat

Doing my thing keep it hush low

Doing my thing keep it uh oh

See you on the way, oh damn got lost bro

See you at the top, got dropped from a condo

New magazine nude bod for a costume

New money tree mom shop at Costco

Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up

Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup

Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up

With these lil kids tryn' be what i once was

I don't do trends, no friends, just us now

365 x 5 no touchdown

I was 18 with a dream out of Scottsdale

I was 19 when I popped could have stopped there

But I been around the business

Smells like fish without the chips

Talked to labels, a and r's, they all be promising the kid

That i'm him they say you got next up we love you 'Perminence'

They don't know a single fucking song tho

Why they on my dick