BYMYSELF - BRAND NEW WHIP Lyrics

(I'm BYMYSELF bitch)
Bitch you see me pull up in that brand new fuckin' whip (Skrt)
You peanut butter jealous 'cause yo bitch be on my dick (Yeah on my)
Chef Boyardee, way too saucy with the drip (That sauce)
12 pull out behind me, hit the gas give them the slip
I'm the next-gen turn up call me Party McFly (Whoop)
When I hit she moan, when you hit all she do is sigh (Damn)
Got a Korean cutie, calls me daddy like I'm PSY (Yeah)
Named my dick the onion 'cause it makes her pussy cry
She like Travis Scott, going oh me oh my
Like it's cooling on the windowsill, I want that apple pie
Reapin' that pussy she screamin' like she bout to die
If you didn't cheat to win then homie did you even try (Nope)
Swimmin' in that pussy you can call me Michael Phelps
She tell me to choke her, I'm like babe whatever helps
Smack that ass so hard that now my hand is leaving whelps
Then I pass her to my gang and I'm not talkin' about elks
Divin' in the snow and now I feel like Charlie Sheen
She might hit the whoa when I put it in her spleen (Whoo)
Lie right to her face and tell her that she is my queen
Drop her like an iPhone, damn I think I broke the screen (Fuck)
She blow me, birthday candle
BYMYSELF too hot to handle
Fuck yo bitch in my Jesus sandles
Paint her body, I'm a vandal
In the foreign switchin' lanes
Talk to me bitch, Tory Lanez
She a zombie suckin' brains
I gave yo bitch stomach pains
Bitch you see me pull up in that brand new fuckin' whip (Skrt)
You peanut butter jealous 'cause yo bitch be on my dick (Yeah on my)
Chef Boyardee, way too saucy with the drip (That sauce)
12 pull out behind me, hit the gas give them the slip
If you not gon' suck my dick then why the fuck you textin' (Bitch get outta here)
She put me in a headlock with her legs, but we not wrestlin' (You know what I mean)
I'm not gonna meet your father, I don't want his blessing (Fuck yo dad)
She say she my number one, and I'm like bitch keep guessing (Guess again hoe)
Baby lookin' like a snack so watch me dive between her thighs (Yup)
Throw some goggles on as some protection for my eyes (Damn)
Not a cannibal, but I'ma eat her till she cries
And then I disappear 'cause I'm a master of disguise
Stars on the roof and yo bitch on my cock
Actin' like a weasel so you finna get popped
My dick must be static 'cause yo girly actin' shocked
Shawty got no signal, like a call she gettin' dropped
(Dropped)
(Dropped)
Oh and one more thing, fuck yo goofy ass dad you stupid motherfucker
Fuck outta here, oh my gosh, end the song bro I'm done with it, oh my God

(I'm BYMYSELF bitch)
Bitch you see me pull up in that brand new fuckin' whip (Skrt)
You peanut butter jealous 'cause yo bitch be on my dick (Yeah on my)
Chef Boyardee, way too saucy with the drip (That sauce)
12 pull out behind me, hit the gas give them the slip
I'm the next-gen turn up call me Party McFly (Whoop)
When I hit she moan, when you hit all she do is sigh (Damn)
Got a Korean cutie, calls me daddy like I'm PSY (Yeah)
Named my dick the onion 'cause it makes her pussy cry
She like Travis Scott, going oh me oh my
Like it's cooling on the windowsill, I want that apple pie
Reapin' that pussy she screamin' like she bout to die
If you didn't cheat to win then homie did you even try (Nope)
Swimmin' in that pussy you can call me Michael Phelps
She tell me to choke her, I'm like babe whatever helps
Smack that ass so hard that now my hand is leaving whelps
Then I pass her to my gang and I'm not talkin' about elks
Divin' in the snow and now I feel like Charlie Sheen
She might hit the whoa when I put it in her spleen (Whoo)
Lie right to her face and tell her that she is my queen
Drop her like an iPhone, damn I think I broke the screen (Fuck)
She blow me, birthday candle
BYMYSELF too hot to handle
Fuck yo bitch in my Jesus sandles
Paint her body, I'm a vandal
In the foreign switchin' lanes
Talk to me bitch, Tory Lanez
She a zombie suckin' brains
I gave yo bitch stomach pains
Bitch you see me pull up in that brand new fuckin' whip (Skrt)
You peanut butter jealous 'cause yo bitch be on my dick (Yeah on my)
Chef Boyardee, way too saucy with the drip (That sauce)
12 pull out behind me, hit the gas give them the slip
If you not gon' suck my dick then why the fuck you textin' (Bitch get outta here)
She put me in a headlock with her legs, but we not wrestlin' (You know what I mean)
I'm not gonna meet your father, I don't want his blessing (Fuck yo dad)
She say she my number one, and I'm like bitch keep guessing (Guess again hoe)
Baby lookin' like a snack so watch me dive between her thighs (Yup)
Throw some goggles on as some protection for my eyes (Damn)
Not a cannibal, but I'ma eat her till she cries
And then I disappear 'cause I'm a master of disguise
Stars on the roof and yo bitch on my cock
Actin' like a weasel so you finna get popped
My dick must be static 'cause yo girly actin' shocked
Shawty got no signal, like a call she gettin' dropped
(Dropped)
(Dropped)
Oh and one more thing, fuck yo goofy ass dad you stupid motherfucker
Fuck outta here, oh my gosh, end the song bro I'm done with it, oh my God