yoinky sploinky Lyrics

(Mr. Castel has double-crossed you, Mr. Graves)

She my bread and butter

We get sweaty like the summer

Fuckin' up the coochie

like I dammed the Chattahoochee

Please don't try and run up

Boy you know that I'm a stunna

You don't get to approach me

Got that loaded yoinky sploinky

Make your bitch go boinky

On my motherfuckin' joinky

In the mountains Smoky

Like my motherfuckin' joint be

What the fuck you flexin' for

You only wear your momma's clothes

Shoppin' at the Gucci store

I seen you go to Five Below

I'm drinkin' on the Hennessy

Eat the finest collard greens

Drivin' in the Lamborghini

Think that they might know it's me

Ridin' 'round town, hol' up

Ninety-nine pounds, hol' up

Got a bitch in my seat

I call her pals up

Mount her, gon' drown

Get 'em wet, they go wow

Wait, someone called me up

Who, who

You dun' brought me up

Woah, woah

But I really wanna flow, flow

Down the river we gon' backstroke

Please don't try and run up

Please don't try and run up

Boy you know that I'm a stunna

You don't get to approach me

Got that loaded yoinky sploinky

Got that loaded yoinky sploinky

Please don't try and run up

Boy you know that I'm a stunna

You don't get to approach me

Got that loaded yoinky sploinky

Make your bitch go boinky

On my motherfuckin' joinky

In the mountains Smoky

Like my motherfuckin' joint be

What the fuck you flexin' for

You only wear your momma's clothes

Shoppin' at the Gucci store

I seen you go to Five Below

I'm drinkin' on the Hennessy

Eat the finest collard greens

Drivin' in the Lamborghini

Think that they might know it's me