[Intro]
Yo…
It’s Yung Watt in the buildin’
And I got two co-stars ridin’ with me…
(Ladies and gentlemen: Left Cheek… Right Cheek…)
[Verse 1]
I woke up, buns out, feelin’ kinda cheeky,
Mirror said “Damn!”—boy, you lookin’ freaky.
Got a peach so round, call it “Planet Booty,”
NASA tried to probe it, said it’s classified as moody.
Walk by, clappin’ like I just dropped wisdom,
Two hemispheres shakin’—got my own rhythm.
Thighs like an earthquake, booty got friction,
Call it cheek-to-cheek diplomacy, no fiction.
[Chorus]
Clap back! When I walk, it’s percussion,
Two cheeks talkin’ like they causin’ a discussion.
Bouncin’ like a check with a sketchy deduction,
But my butt got more plot than a Christopher Nolan function.
[Verse 2]
I got cake like a bakery fight,
Call me gluten-free but my buns still bite.
Sit down slow, ’cause the chair might break,
Got a W-2 for the jiggle, that’s shake income, not fake.
Yeah, my butt got opinions—it be postin’ online,
Got followers, too. Hashtag: “BottomLine”
One cheek liberal, the other one right,
Together they argue all day, all night.
[Bridge - Whisper Rap, Sexy Style]
They soft like a secret, firm like a plan,
Cheeks so bold, they deserve a OnlyFans.
But nah, I keep it free—like speech or snacks,
Only thing I charge is double cheek tax.
[Break - Skit: Buttcheeks Arguing]
Left Cheek: “Bro, he always leans on YOU when he sits!”
Right Cheek: “That’s ’cause YOU got trust issues!”
Yung Watt: “Guys, come on… can we twerk this out?”
[Final Chorus]
Clap back! When I dance, I got drama,
Booty goin’ viral like it majored in pharma.
Call me cheeky, but I’m built for suspense,
’Cause every time I squat, I raise the defense.
[Outro]
So next time you see me stroll down the street,
Just know my rear’s got its own heartbeat.
And if you ever feel down or weak—
Let your soul be lifted… by these cheeks.
(clap clap… fade out)
Yung_Watt
