Twinkies & Pinkies

[Verse 1]
I was droppin’ belt loops
You was droppin’ cream cakes
Hands on your waistline
Hands on your cheat day
I hit your girl with a one and a two
Followed by a pinky, now she lookin’ at you
Like “why you always sittin’ in the kitchen playin’ snack ball?”
I’m in her ear, talkin’ big talk, mask off
[Chorus]
I was droppin’ belt loops, you was dunkin’ treats
I was in her close, you was in the seats
I hit her with a one and a two and a pinky (ayy)
Too bad you’d rather keep stuffin’ that Twinkie
I was droppin’ belt loops, you was chasin’ sweets
I was in her mind, you was in the fridge
I hit her with a one and a two and a pinky (yeah)
Too bad you’d rather keep stuffin’ that Twinkie
[Verse 2]
You be postin’ cheat pics
I be stackin’ cheek pics
You be lickin’ frosting
I be on that deep mix
She say you fall asleep mid-flex, mid-flick
I just make her knees weak quick, slick, real quick
You got crumbs on your shirt, I got her name on my phone
You got snacks in the cart, I got her hummin’ my songs (woo)
[Chorus]
I was droppin’ belt loops, you was dunkin’ treats
I was in her close, you was in the seats
I hit her with a one and a two and a pinky (pinky)
Too bad you’d rather keep stuffin’ that Twinkie
I was droppin’ belt loops, you was chasin’ sweets
I was in her mind, you was in the fridge
I hit her with a one and a two and a pinky (yeah)
Too bad you’d rather keep stuffin’ that Twinkie

rap, Greasy, mischievous boom-bap with male vocals; rubbery bass and crunchy drums, little vinyl grime on the top. Verses stay tight and punchy with playful, disrespectful bars; hook opens up with chanted gang vocals and stop-start drops for every punchline. Occasional record-stop effects to highlight jokes and ad-libs.