[Intro: Yung Bambi]
Yeah (8mc)
Whoa, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist

[Verse 1: Yung Bambi]
And we smokin' on that gas
My n***as got it off a lick
I fucked yo' bitch right after class
Oh, damn, that booty was so thick
She drive a bimmer, black all matte and gave me top all in the whip
Just a question for her man, "Can you taste me on that kiss?"
No, no playin' 'round with my n***as, lil' n***a you'll get hit
Then we'll see yo' mama cryin' when they find you in the ditch
What you findin'? Boy you lyin'
No, don't speak on none that shit
Perfect timing, feel like flyin'
'Cause her face all in the brick
Pour a four in my Fanta
No, ho, you can't have no sip
Got that tab all on her tongue
Told shawty take me on a trip
Dressed all black just like a nun, but she throw up like she a Crip
My ice so bright just like the sun, just don't look up at the eclipse
[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist

[Verse 2: Kamiyada+]
I'm back on my bullshit (Ayy), digital full clip (Yeah)
She wanna suck on me, fuck on me
Swallow that nut like it Cool Whip, yeah
We ran a train on that ho (Yeah), just like The Polar Express (Yeah)
This is a two-player game, play with the dick and invite all your friends (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my neck (Yeah), just like they fell in the pool (Woah)
You tellin' yo' n***a you out with yo' sister, then swallow my kids on the cool (Yeah)
I'm on my way in the whip and I'm swervin' that bitch
I might die on the move (Yeah)
Just tell my mama I love her and tell all my n***as I died for the crew (Yeah)
This shit ain't new to you (Yeah)
This shit ain't new to me (Yeah)
I'm 'bouta bust on your chest and yo' neck, then I wear it as jewelry
Kid don't want smoke, what's wrong?
You ain't about the B, n***a it's Doctor Who
Ordered some sprouts, so you n***as is food to me (Yeah)
[Chorus: Yung Bambi]
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist
I stuff three grams in my Backwoods while I FaceTime with yo' bitch
I ain't talkin' about no iPhone, she just givin' me that lip
She mix the acid with the molly, yeah, that bitch she can't even flip
Drop a couple bands at Saks Fifth, frozen tears all on my wrist