Despicable G's 作词 : Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian 作曲 : Ari Starace/Justin Lucas Pull up, dumb as ****, we are too despicable Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it's Whack-A-Mole Morals didn't align with the bag, that's no on principal Gravy, **** stocks, I'm a thot broker bitch, pay me Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it Take the beat, add a little heat, and fillet it You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated Sex in the City Your mom tryna watch, so I turn her like Timmy Oops, I hit it again like Britney Stack my bread freaky fast like Jimmy Ooh, look pretty Flick of that wrist, get dizzy I be getting down, gettin' jiggy Everybody in thе club getting tipsy Got a fat ass, Miss Piggy ain't got no titties They small, no biggie My clique too litty, my whip 250 My shit too witty, your wit too shitty Ain't a cool cat bitch, I'm a cold kitty Keep three stix, not one of thеm pixie Keep three chicks, not one of them dixie Still playing my ex bitch 360 Pull up, dumb as ****, we are too despicable Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it's Whack-A-Mole Morals didn't align with the bag, that's no on principal Gravy, **** stocks, I'm a thot broker bitch, pay me Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it Take the beat, add a little heat, and fillet it You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated I stay bonafide, I stay boning on fire ass birds on tour They say "What's your type?" I say "I don't mind, I shoot I score" Big old brand-new crib Backyard on the beach, and that's for sure She tryin' sleep with me I say goodnight, 'cause she a boar He said she say, she sells seashells That bitch lyin', she sell head Wake up with a bad guy, wake up to some time, ooh, ah He said she said she was feeling him, but bro got left on read Your girl falling on the tour, groupie My girl A24, movie Pull up, dumb as ****, we are too despicable Late night, off the goop, call me Jimmy Kimmelcles Too many options, Alex Burrows, like it's Whack-A-Mole Morals didn't align with the bag, that's no on principal Gravy, **** stocks, I'm a thot broker bitch, pay me Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it Take the beat, add a little heat, and fillet it You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated