Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hill man
Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game
Xscuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in new york you was fuckin da yankee
I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da frankie
These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky
But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky

Whoa Whoa ok ok whoa whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday!
You can't give it to em dry like that. You gotta get that shit wet first nigga like c'mon now! You gotta prep them for shit like that they can't just get that shit right off da top. like you gotta bring that shit back bring that shit the fuck back!

Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hill man
Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game
Xscuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in new york you was fuckin da yankee
I was fuckin with bass, I was pitchin da frankie
These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky
But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky
Flier than a kite, I get higher than rapunzel
Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up for they crumble
Don't be actin like the Cardinals and gon fumble...
Cause I'm a Steeler
Fresh up out the dealer
All da dopeboys gon feel her
Flow so sick I need a healer
Fuck is my mac concealer
I be out in Queens in da back of 4 whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers
I'm a big bill
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
I'm getting the muchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree
And they be thinkin they can spit spit shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign ya boobs
I'm the only thing hoppin like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing poppin like a?
Listen, you should buy yo 16 cause I write it good
The 808, woof woof, cause I write it good
And bitches can't find they man cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf, never thought I ride a riding hood

[Chorus]
And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car tell her park it
I don't fuck with pigs like asalamaleka
I put em in the field, I let oscar meyer bake em [x2]