No Sog Remix
[Verse 1: Childish Gambyna]
Bitch you're a cat and I'm the dog
I was blasting niggas while you were playing on your leap frog
I was slanging rock while you were watching dog with a blog
Smoke so much loud I'm the reason for smog
Robbin' bitches on Van Ness out trying to jog in the fog
Bring your bitch around me I'm gonna control her with this stick, call it analog
I ain't really fuckin' with subway, bitch put too much mayonnaise on my bread, sog

[Verse 2: WakaCacaGarcia]
Bruh you're a bitch, I read that on a snapple cap
Yeah you're a bitch, now that's a snapple fact
Getting head in class while y'all were learning the Warsaw Pact
Call your girl over she sit on my lap
She's white and she knows I got her on that caramel frappe
My verse so dirty 'bout to give y'all the clap
Was working in retail across from the gap
Slangin' out the back got Ackbar in the front yelling "It's a trap!"
Fuckin with them thick ones the size of Warren or Bob Sapp
Don't matter as long as they're thick and black we smashing that
Like Lil Dicky cause we saving that money, saving that dough
Replacing vodka with water when we serve it to these hoes
She falling for me anyways, pulled down my pants then I froze
Yo girl blew it like she was about to play some old school super smash bros
She was a 6 so I called in my boys and we ran through that hoe
Call that shit running through the 6 with my woes
Tell her "Hold on I'm coming" like Sam and Dave
Killed this shit dig it a grave
Need to find my boy Isaac, check the nearest rave
[Verse 3: Yung Taxi 2 Jobs]
Yo dark ass twinning with some broke Syrian refugees
I've heard it all "blue J's and rosaries"
Niggas ain't original y'all look like a bunch of ovaries
Yo gasses are like my grandmother, old enough to eat for free
While y'all working out trying to get Weezy on the track
I stay home, chilling, getting head as I lay on my back
I'm done now boe I think that's a wrap
Just know from this day forward Yung Taxi over here ain't afraid to strike back

[Verse 4: BANGS]
I got bangs (x3)
I'm with them gangs (x3)
You a hoe bitch I see you taking them wangs (x3)
Run up and beat ya ass once that bell rings
Team Edward, if I hear slander I'll run up and bite you with my fucking fangs
Half that shit you said was stupid
Nigga think he the rapping cupid
Don't step to me with your stupid ass
Now shut up and go cut my grass

[Verse 5: Yung Taxi 2 Jobs]
Nigga if you're gonna pull me in then it's gonna get lit
Cause I'll drag your ass from Fresno to Connecticut
I'm not sugar I can hit
So step in the ring if you're about your shit
[Outro: Yung Taxi 2 Jobs]
P.S I'm hella lit and about to take a shit
Talk to you guys in a cool bit