Apple-bottom jean drop, booty doin’ the salsa,
bass so low got the floor talkin’ gossip.
Neon in my cup, drip rainbow on my tonsils,
T-Pain auto-lick, make your speaker go fossil.
Money in a tornado, hundreds do ballet,
shorty bend it low till her Snapchat glitch, ayy.
I’m talkin’ subterranean, miles beneath the mosh pit,
when we hit that down-low everybody go atheist.