Touch Grass
 作词 : Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian
 作曲 : Ari Starace/Garrett Hartnell/Sheldon Yu-Ting Cheung
 Go outside, touch grass
 Go outside, touch grass

 Sixty-three bitches in my crib, I ain't kissed one
 Just got a check, it's a big one
 Sixty-three cribs with a bitch in each one
 Just hit the first sixty-threesome
 Air force cheeks, I'ma crease 'em, lace 'em
 Bitch, you ain't slick, I don't pre-cum
 Feeling braindead, need cerebrum
 Now my dick tired, put a thumb in her bumbum

 I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
 Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
 Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled
 Bitch, come to Brazil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill

 Go outside, touch grass
 Go inside, touch ass
 Go outside, touch grass
 Go inside, touch ass

 If the money come in crumbs then I'm breadеd
 See us on a print in a suit, double-breasted
 Puffin' on thе gas, unleaded
 Halle Berry in my DMs, tryna get it
 And I bought a Cali King just to wet it
 Flex on Hasan with the eight hundred credit
 Gravy train runnin' for the Senate
 AOC reached out, might hit it

 I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
 Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
 Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled
 Bitch, come to Brazil, kung fu bitch, Kill Bill

 Go inside, touch ass
 Go outside, touch grass
 Go inside, touch ass
 Go outside, touch grass