B.S. 1

[Intro: Super Fatboy Jr.]
Yo, oh kay
Oh kay kay
Kay kay
Oh kay
Ight, let's go
Run the shit up, aight, run this shit up
Aye, run the shit up, hmm, ayye run the shit up
Im in the kitchen
Im water whippin'
Run the shit up, oh kay!, Run this shit up
Yeaaaa!
In the kitchen, Water whippin'
Im water whippin'
Im in the kitchen, im water whippin' (2x)

[Verse 1: Zaay]
Young nigga i be bout it ..Dese niggas really be hatin'
Im gettin' to the cake, nigga, you know im Kim K-ing
No Kanye, but im smokin' on that Bombay
These niggas hatin' and they on me
And dese niggas know that they on Zaay
I Got....plenty if problems
Dese niggas be mobbin'
Dese bitches be hatin' they biddin'
I be up in the bity
I dont give a fuck if you ain't from my city
They talkin like they really bout it
Im goin' so nuts and these niggas ain't coppin'
I really be water whippin' look how the crack drop, and dese niggas ain't poppin
I keep it a hunnid with plenty of bands
Dese niggas be hatin' we killin dey mans
I come in here and i gotta new stand
Dese niggas be talking like dey is the man
I really be 'bout it, i really be whippin'
Dese niggas be hating', I really get chicken
They talkin' like they got a day of water whippin'
Nah, they ain't water whippin

[Verse 2: Yung Verb]
(Yea 8x)
Up in the studio
You catching feelings like Julio
Im 'bout to pass it like Rubio
And you know i got koolie flow
What are you doing im up in the music though
You make exscuses though
I got the twenty-two, twenty-fo'
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
What am i doin'? I do not know though
I am Loco
Kickin' it like it's a dojo
You is so ugly, and you smell musty
My tummy is bubbly
Im lookin' at her and she lookin' me
Oh my god and i just looked at her feet
That shit disgusting, That shit was nothin'
I am a boss, i dont make assumptions
I looked at her feet when we fucking
Chick get out of my room now she runnin on bumblin'

[Verse 3: Super Fatboy Jr.]
This is for she
Bunjee up under my feet
Got yo bitch all up on me
Bussin until ima skeet
Bitch i am mumbling
Mumbly mumbly mumbly
Then i put food in her stomachly
Put some food in my tumbily
Go to the kitchen
Start water whippin'
Damn i got chicken
The actual chicken
Im actually whippin'
In the kitchen
With some bitches
They ain't got stitches

[Verse 4: Zaay]
I got it, i ain't worried about nothing
Niggas be hatin cause we be on
They be flexin' and frontin'
I got the bands and i got the cash, so im gettin' plenty of money
Ain't talkin bout Winnie the Pooh when im talkin bout stealin' yo honey
I get plenty money
They niggas gone dip and i dab
Came in the game and i ripped up my style
These niggas be hatin' cause they really fake
They rippin' my style
Its been a...while since i been a wild child
Meanwhile i been on that
These niggas hatin' cause we sippin' on that cognac like OH YEA!

[Verse 5: Yung Verb]
(Yea! 7x Whoo! Yea! 2x Whoo! Yea! 2x Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Ahaha)
No u can't murder me
No u can't murder me
Up on the murder scene
Its an emergency
And i got currency
Leaving it red. Oops! i meant burgundy
Hercules Hercules
Smokin' that skrong, Im 'bout die
Im 'bout to burn it like third-degree
Im 'bout to fly Whoo!
I am so high Ah! Ah!
I am so high Ah!
And im just geekin' im tweakin
Im singin' like it's the weekend
Yeeea Baby
Yeeea Baby
She know im crazy

[Verse 6: Super Fatboy Jr.]
Fatboy in this bitch
And im 'bout to get my dick, licked
By yo' bitch
And its fuckin' in a sitch
I see all yo friends
And im fuckin on her mans
And i....(Whoooa-ho-ho-ho!)
Pause....Im in yo bitch drawers
And i copped a fuckin' horse
And im fuckin' with the mall
And im hiding in the car
And im fuckin' with these broads
And i see all they cars
And i steal all they hoes
And i got my fuckin' cros