Break The Internet (feat. SoRa2Real & Yuki Santana)

You at my world, you followed by my rules If you're done I might have to take you back

Shawty had a pool party, it was real cool You know your old man, yeah he old news

I could take you shopping just for some new shoes Don't be tryna find me like you Blue's Clues

You make it seem like I can't do what these **** do And my diamonds be tryna play peek-a-boo

And I gon' shock you just like I'm that **** Pikachu And you be talking bout me but **** look at you

And I'm gon' say that the next time I have a interview I'm a winner baby, so I love the winter too

You not on my level so I can't consider you I'm a better person so I get better views

You are not a puzzle, so I'm not gon' solve you So stop acting like that while we folks around you

And just know me and my crew gon' always be cool

Think you sneaky, tried to team it, now you in a black car Keep it bleepy, I be geeky, shout it like a ghost, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I promise I'm gon' go far Hold up, hold up, hold up, I'm higher than a rock star

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I'm colder than Alaska Hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah they wanna be us

Yeah, yeah, yeah they wanna be us Bitch I'm smoking clams, ah

And your baby mama wanna fuck So I told that bitch, hop up in the whip, yeah

Told her hop up in that whip, I'm finna fuck her so good I'll make her do a flip

Got her ass bouncing off the walls, doing handstands Yeah we finna break the internet, I'm chillin' with the gang

If his ass talking cursive, we gon' let that fucking chopper slide

Baby Santana with my fucking guapy pants If his ass talking cursive, we gon' catch him with his pants

Now you smoking hella pounds when you ain't got no pounds And I'm fucking on your baby mama, yeah she ain't just dick

Like some cheese, gang, I'm dripping so damn hard, yeah these **** cannot regulate, yeah

Yeah these **** cannot regulate, ain't gon' lie I been watching MMA, I be watching all that

So I feel like motherfucking stars, get my ass tied up, fuck with me I'll tell that bitch get out my way

I ain't never fucking lacking, bitch, I always keep on fucking hittin' If he wanna talk cursive, we gon' hit that way up in his face

If he wanna talk cursive, we gon' hit that way up in his face If he wanna talk cursive, we gon' hit that way up in his face