[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks] I started making this album in Chicago but I felt like I needed a change of scenery, so I moved to L.A. Made some of the best music I ever made. But as soon as I get there, Javon lost his life in the car that I sold him. Had me fucked up for a minute man. Now all I think about is "Success and my fam. Success and my fam". Can't hold shit back on niggas man [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Straight from the jump niggas knew that I was special Got caught up in this shit since a bitch had ketchup I cut a nigga quick with the Tensa Zangetsu You see where all that tough talk slick-lip talking all that slick shit get niggas put Six six feet Man I'm in the ocean Split my wrist open On the reef got a blood leak Hopin' I could surface 'fore the beast start to smell me Perfect picture we don't worship scriptures when there's money to be made Devil on my head trying to get away run into the haze Front and center stage lookin' at me In my eyes I see the dragon In the benz, two seater wagon Kill a pig and I drain the blood Throw it on you in the nightclub (yeah) [Bridge] I got the right drugs and the right plugs I got a white girl that really like to shoot when it's drama time Man your life is dramatized That's a lot of lies You've been sodomized By Uncle Sam Monkey still on your knuckles man I'm chucklin' to the bank Gimme them keys [Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks] Banco I told you, you must never perform the forbidden jutsu and you did. You have removed the seal and turned your soul over to the Jinchuriki Kage bunshin no jutsu [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] Ay man I'm running with the teleporter trigger nigga, money in the bank On the other side so don't say it's sunny when it ain't Walking through the desert all by myself I'm praying to the moon, he said "I can't help" [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] So why they wait to pay respects to a nigga when he dead With pictures on their shirts with all the quotes that he said I'm standing on the ledge with a cannon on my head I ain't planned to be the man, it just fell into my hands like a bouquet Stay ready so I ain't have to get ready Palms sweaty, I told the driver he should drive steady Cause he swerving Nigga got me spilling my bourbon And I'm not gon' be the one cock a heater run up and you could get serviced I put you in a box and lock you inside and fill it with venomous serpents I was searching for the same thing that we all look for And that gold mine that’s inside of us that they say we had since diapers but Life a bitch and they really want us to forget who we really are but I can't (fuck that) I'm in the paint mixing I'm imitating thanksgiving every dinner Nigga everybody's idol vasto banco imperial the saga Eating DMT in Nicaragua Watching all this power turn the weak into a monster [Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks] There's probably not any meaning in life. Maybe you could find something interesting to do while you're here and alive. Like how you found that flower; like how I found you

[Hook] I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you get the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? [Verse 1] I’m on safari’s, I’m getting head, life’s wild These niggas say they would die to live the lifestyle I’m sippin’ hen and Philip Lim with the strap out Cause’ niggas motives bout’ as clean as the crackhouse Them niggas sus I think they all wearing wires She let me drop that check in her account and then she wired Stop trying to be them other girls, baby try your own Cause everybody just be trying not to die alone If she on Instagram and I’m in your city you know I know her Her tongue massaging my abs, I keep tapping her like “lower, lower” Uh huh yeah I’m in my mode (in my mode) And nigga Imma’ keep balling til I’m old [Hook] I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you get the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? [Verse 2] Thinkin’ bout a girl man I love that bitch 6 cell phones and they all goin off 6 girlfriends and we all goin out Take her to the movies, at the mall next to me Sneaking liquor in her purse They takin’ pictures, they posing for em’ Breaking swishers like bad habits You soft nigga, you craftmatic Fendi bag it, trash bag it, I’m drunk trying to fuck Zoë Kravitz Cop the cheetah, you cops the meanest Don’t talk to PETA they’ll lock me up Yo Bitch hot as a hockey puck, sporty phones in them boxers bruh Roll the weed cause we copped enough And them john-boys be watchin’ us They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Beamer coupe is darkskin, like who? Like Kevin Hart They wanna catch a nigga lacking, but I’m looking sharp Yeah I see you boys, now let my limo park [Hook] I’m out the limo, I’m hanging out the fuckin’ limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo? I’m out the window, I’m hanging out the fucking limo I’m out the window, I’m balling did you miss the memo? And you know I’m balling did you get the memo? And you know I’m balling did you miss the memo?

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I just want a girl who love dem girls The same way that I do If she can cook and fuck me good I just might say that "I do" And now I'm rolling, rolling, bussing If it's dough, no discussion If you want it, go and get it If you don't know nothing, you know I'mma drink this drink Smoke this weed, I'mma get this bank I'mma get back home And my bitch stuck up like her shit don't stink Want a freaky ho then we could get a hotel Bitch is selling pussy and she's selling it for wholesale Baby tryna get a ring like a doorbell I lick the kitty if it's good and there's no smell I told her go slow Let's go somewhere that we could both go And bring some juice for me to mix with I'm about to try and run the distance [Hook] Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like [Link: Sir Michael Rocks] Ladies They love them sexy ladies I'm fucking with you baby I'm fucking with you baby [Verse 2: Twista] I knew she was the best I would discover, she became my Bisexual lover, bring her badass friends with her up under the cover What she would do to her, I know she a freaky motherfucker She be super cool, mega thick, beau be thick and then we looking at a bitch, what she be talkin' about? "Mmm, she fine" So I let her holla at her, if she coming to the party I be talking bout "mmm, she mine" But she says she know another one That she can get it, she could go and get another one That she don't play around, shit, I'mma go ahead Stay around until you go ahead, invite the other one Mikey Rocks with my nigga bumping in the whip I be on another shit, so I know they coming with me [?] the kush up in the air With the molly and their body and they got em all touchy-feely Take a sip up out the double cup Cause I'm about to double up, triple up Quadruple up, all these bad bitches with me And they running shit, I don't know who to fuck Don't matter, I hit it The women in love with the women, I'm with it They popping, they smoking, they open, I'm in it My life is exciting, you love it, I live it, go [Hook] Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like [Link] Ladies They love them sexy ladies I'm fucking with you baby I'm fucking with you baby [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] So now you niggas wanna act like You got your girlfriend wrapped tight You motherfuckers, she don't act right Was sipping Remy with her last night My nigga, I'm jocking, nasty Fucking bitches in the back seat I pull up on their niggas with the uzi Too much sugar in the Kool Aid I've got six cells and bitches on my bumper It's resale and nigga, it's retail So know when we sell, you give me the good number I'ma have shit juking all summer So what the fuck you niggas want, man? Sweater with the gang sign I've got an allergy to fake niggas I could never let em take mine These hoes be talking and whispering Telling secrets through the grapevine You can't shine if you ain't bright So take your time 'fore you take flight Ain't this a trip Unless you wanna fuck with the clique And I've got a bag of the dip You could put it in your glass, we could sip like [Hook] Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like [Link] Ladies They love them sexy ladies I'm fucking with you baby I'm fucking with you baby [Hook] Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like Mmm, ain't this some shit? I done popped me a pill with a bitch and a bitch And her bitch got a bitch And my bitch got a bitch and we all like [Link] Ladies They love them sexy ladies I'm fucking with you baby I'm fucking with you baby

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks] Six Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass Fraud ass, dog ass, lyin' ass Clown ass, punk ass, mark ass, bitch ass Niggas [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Man you trippin' niggas love it when I gas up I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff Now lift your shirt, I wanna see your rib That pussy fat what you be feeding it? I'm back up on the scene again You never catch me lacking, never happen, never will You put that pussy on the pedestal and pet it still You got the game wrong, you need to brainstorm I'm on a campaign, titties and champagne with us If you ever see us poppin' in yo section Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch the question, huh She say she wit the shits If you by yourself I ain't wit that shit [Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks] I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507) Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Baby girl, fell in love wit the whip game Type of money make a young chick go insane Jacket fifteen hundred, get it when I want it Spend it cause I got it, smash it in the morning She know I'm the prince of the west side It gas her up, yet she leave with her head high Japanese denim, yea I'm wit it European whippin' I look like I could be from somewhere overseas Get down on your knees You messin' with some cool kids slash niggas from the streets That mean don't play no games Don't waste my time Don't say no names [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507) Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' [Verse 3: IamSu!] Timb boots with the sweatpants, do the jet dance Used to call us monkeys, now they call me Bape man Suzy, Anna gold chains like I'm MC Hammer Chicken shack on Burban St. out in Louisiana Paid dues, I just rep where I was raised fool Lame dudes duplicate my wave like a wave pool Stay solid, gold teeth with the 12 solids White and yellow gold, it look crazy when I'm smilin' Barney's shoppin', Marcelo coppin' What you think I'm fallin' off, it's not an option Me and Mikey know we not straight outta Compton But we some niggas with some attitudes about to profit Ya heard me [Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks] I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin' Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget](3463507) Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man it's bussin' Bussin', man bussin' Bussin', man we bussin'

[Verse] Robocop style, I fo-fo pop y’all I’m Yao Ming when it come to confidence and being cool That’s what’s important to me, you gon’ make me fry yo ass Pie yo ass, in the face niggas always tryna get benefits They don’t never wanna work for shit they got But they always wanna be in some shit In a Benz with bubble glass, guess I’m on some Benson shit Guess I’m in the park again, working on my penmanship Signing things on blank trees, putting my initials in them If its a bitch around my corner guarantee what I’mma do I’m gon’ stalk her and I’ll walk her to the park after night time If I see some sushi bars around, I’m gon’ get in line Grab me a California roll for me and my ho Me and my thot, I put my knee in the box Got a brother from Morocco used to be owned by this doctor Who bred some Tibetan Mastiffs at his ranch house He branched out from medicine and started eating venison and duck Piss you off, this is lumberjack shit, get the logs, get the axe Make sure that you aim it at their faces and their backs And attack, this is eerie, Iraq I am nasty, Pacman Jackson Elastic stretching across, all they breasts and they bras I be takin’ ‘em Jamiacan rum, fillin’ my intestines You can still see Jamaican sun on my complexion And son, I’m not your father and I am not perfection You can be the one if you just challenge your perception

[Hook] Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way [Intro] Yeah yeah, all the thots know the number in this ho, man I see y'all lingering over there baby I'm off in the cut on some sad shit tryna cry on a bitch tonight You know what I'm sayin, you wit it let's get it baby let's get it [Verse 1] Ain't no love for the ho scrubs that wanna post up and be around us Soak up all our energy, I focus all on my chemistry Cookin' whippin' this work until My new lawyer say that he work a deal Transmuting the dope in the white gold teal, it's worth a mil Buncha smart niggas who'll come and get witcha Because the drama ain't shit to us I know you love the new kimono, her man be sayin' no-no But I probably get his bitch to buss Because... [Hook] Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way [Bridge] Can you woop woop woo (x4) [Verse 2] She only love me for my jutsu Ain't nobody ever had a spotted hyena in the crib And that's something that I'm used to I been around my old man while he broke down bricks in the basement Great shit for me to put on a track If they gave awards for suckin dick, then I bet you would get you a plaque, uh huh Acting like a nigga ain't gon' splash but the truth is I be tryna duck from the pussy Too musty and bushy When my cell phone ring I know the customers looking [Hook] Cuz everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] It's the skinny nigga, Triple Six Fuck I got 'em horrified Run up on 'em with the stick, i'm bussin till the morning time Drill a nigga like a loose socket, yeah it's turtle time Shells on top of shells, running pockets like a suicide I'm in love with the bangers Yeah it's boy meets world and I'm fucking Topanga If you run up I'll change ya Got my gun up from sun up to sun up I never knew another motherfucker who could ride against me Whole lotta money from the bottom with me You try to get me, drive a Bentley to the side of Kennedy Nigga act a fool Howling at the moon, keeping vipers as pets I'm hella picky with the bitches that I like to select But if you got P's of them cookies then we might could connect And you will get your ass changed like your diaper was wet You run up on us with dat boy Two cannons strapped on my shoulder like a Blastoise What the fuck was that noise When the Glock pop, nigga 9 shots to your body Now you're food for the earthworm Chop chop, move fast when i'm coming for that ass I'ma blast, I'ma buck, I'ma let it burn [Hook] Fuck school nigga, kill shit Hit the kill switch Kill Bill shit Not the one you wanna deal with Fuck school nigga, kill shit Hit the kill switch Kill Bill shit Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with [Verse 2: Pouya] Well I be posted with a selected few Pop that pussy, that's a nice ass view My homies are real and you really ain't true Met a bitch by the bay, never say "I do" She wanna get with me, she wanna be in my city Shit, I don't even know her like that So get back 'fore your ass get attacked by the pack And I never do slack [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] 2 Phones Shawty, they be dancing like the need a pole My niggas shoot (shoot) bitch, like they need a ghost Bought 2 phones, 2 cups stowed so I fucked her twice See my niggas face the blunt, she can't even face life [Verse 4: Pouya] I say bitch it's lil Pouya, no need for no rumors No need for no losers, my bitch cool but i'm cooler Fifty-five pussy old cougar Oh my God, I really can't breathe Walk over me, i'ma break your knees Miami is where I be [Verse 5: Robb Bank$] And bitch it's double cleaned in bleach Need a zanpakuto just to cut it And if a nigga try to run up Finna leave his ass looking like a hollow Bands, by the lead singer Went solo and got made And "Keeping Up With Kim K." the only time you seen 'ye [Hook] Fuck school nigga, kill shit Hit the kill switch Kill Bill shit Not the one you wanna deal with Fuck school nigga, kill shit Hit the kill switch Kill Bill shit Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with Not the one you wanna deal with

[Intro: Trinidad James] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If I, if I, haha, dream [Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James] I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done (Man, fuck the police, man, haha) Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks (Ya, ya) Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Chorus: Trinidad James] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls [Verse 1: Trinidad James] This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man I always had to grind, story of my life Scrubbin' for the shot, I think I lived my life twice It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me Niggas straight up out the blue flame Hot bitches, Liu Kang New to the port, nigga, call me butane I’m so damn Hussein Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question A muthafuckin’ question I went from havin' nothin' to my niggas coppin' sections To rockin' six gold rings Then I had to go cop six more grains Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe, bitch [Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James] If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Chorus: Trinidad James & Mac Miller] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls (Ya, ya) All we know is drugs and girls (Ya) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina I’m eatin' Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China Findin' hoes in Idaho, ain't strippers, but they ride the pole Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir A list of A-list celebrities sendin' me naked pictures The higher I get, the more money I make I had a threesome with that ho, now she fuckin' with Drake, damn Bitches sniffin' Xannies, yeah, they takin' them bars Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start Just shot a video, killed another radio star Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I wasn't livin' fast (Whop bop b-luma b-lop) That's Little Richard cash It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombin' it Rocks, James, and Miller, that's the conglomerate (Get off my dick) [Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James] I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Chorus: Trinidad James] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I don't slack, I don't simp I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, nigga I don't brag, I don't boast I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't poppin' that toast, nigga She had dreams she was fuckin' with a phone boy It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy I went from the toy store into Tolstoys Bitch, it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh Runnin' through the check, bro, check one, check two, check three A nigga wanna check me, his ass better check again Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestlin' And I'm on the border with the Mexican I’m about to cop the Aston if he let's them in That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends Nigga, know the code or you will never get a text again Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads Choppin', pussy, possum better play dead Learn the game from the old heads (Back up) [Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James] I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Chorus: Trinidad James] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls

[Intro: Buddy] Yeah One, two, three You are now listening to the smooth and sensual sounds of the other brother B-U double delta Hubba hubba, baby Got my nigga Sir Michael Rocks and shit [Hook: Buddy] I'm gone sweep you off yo feet 'til you can't breathe Can't speak Put you to sleep So deep up in yo crease You can't compete I'm gone sweep you off yo feet 'til you can't breathe Can't think Put you to sleep So deep up in yo crease You can't compete So tell me baby can I hit that one time One time[x5] I promise baby we about to have a fun time Fun time[x5] So tell me baby can I hit that one time (It's just one time) One time[x5] I promise baby we about to have a fun time (yeah) Fun time I can hit it in the wintertime, summertime, night-time, day-time One time [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] The pussy ain't got a whole bunch of miles You thotting girls shut your mouths Why you trying to play it like a goodie two shoes When your mood is depending on the dick game Who at the table when the check comes Who sign for it But most importantly, who giving you the X games That's a nigga tricking, if you get the drift My balls in your mouth like a mitt When it come to the thots I'm a cool young nigga with the juice Who ride around too, I'm finna scoop you up Get in the truck and we leave Watch holy mountain Puff on the weed All of my phones on silent Out on this island Swerve in the truck we wildin' I'm just tryna keep my balance (Hold me up, I'll hold you up) See them niggas out prowling That's fresh meat [Hook] [Verse 2: Buddy] Can a nigga hit that one time Girl, I promise we gon' have a fun time Lay back, relax, unwind, sip this wine, it'll be fine Can a nigga hit that one time I'mma give it to you 'til the sun shine Ooh girl yo whole design is divine You so fine Can a nigga hit that one time Get a little bit of bump and grind And I'll probably taste a little bit of yours If you taste a little bit of mine Can a nigga hit that one time One time [x6]

[Verse 1] It's 6 missed call in my six Motorolas Like everything in threes when I'm thinking things over I'm in the Range Rover off-road damn boulder I hit Pop the driver side tire put a hole in the shit So, I go to the trunk to get the spare and a tire iron Stare at my reflection in the tire iron Oh you slimy ol' dog, handsome devil you bastard I see why you get the M's like a W backwards Pick up a couple brews now let me unbuckle you Pussy pink as Super Buu but I ain't fuckin' with Casper I had a baby panda, you probably had a ferret You probably had to share it, it wasn't even yours It’s vasto lorde espada big kahuna don dadda Then I dive to the bottom of the infinite sea And hold my breath for a minute while I mention the team [Interlude] What up Rich, what up Will What up Cam, what up Brown What up James, what up Reese What up Pam, what up Nate What up TJ, what up Tim What up Eb, what up Robb What up Scooch, what up Tone What up Tae, what up Los What up Pouya, what up Nick What up Moe, what up K What up Chris, what up Meechie What up Sko, what up Tear What up Breeze, what up DougE, what up? It's 2017 and we doublin' up [Verse 2] Got a room just for my baby ape His name is Trunks his mixtape on the way And all my niggas HP high as hell So you try us and fail It's like pullin' on a lion's tail You know what that'll end up like nigga On the episode of America's dumbest man And I swear I need these hoes like a hole in the stomach My nigga I'm playin' Final Fantasy and drinkin' a 'Tussin When Aerith died, nigga I admit it, I cried a bit Take a real nigga to acknowledge it, you probably did too I'm eatin' tangerine flake crusted chicken Empanadas from Poppy's Akuma prayer beads lookin' stocky I'm jumpin from the box seat I'm up high watching his Key & Peele while I peel fruit into my Kashi Organic gang goin' green for the thotties We take a nature walk I guarantee she finna top me Breaker do you copy? They faker than Itachi illusions Nigga I do not see me losin' Never [Outro] Hey fuck you SeaWorld, I see you bitch ass niggas When I see y'all in the streets you know what it is It's cracking for you fag fuckboys Let my nigga Willy go, let my nigga Steve go They both seals in this bitch but they want out These niggas need they freedom, they tryna eat These niggas need fish bree You niggas out here fuckin around leaving them in the tanks all day, ain't cleaning that shit These niggas stink, they shittin' in the same water that they sleepin' in, fucker SeaWorld, you bitch ass niggas can't live long as I'm out here I see you niggas out at the Longjohn Silvers and shit, selling the same fish that you had in the goddamn aquarium You niggas ain't shit

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like that new pussy Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like hot new pussy Ain't nothing like that new pussy Every other night I'm in a new city Ain't nothing like that new pussy Many hoes don't know what to do with me [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] That's my old thot, I ran into her Wearing loafers with the no socks, back around the grow spot I asked her is her number the same Cause your friend Kim heard me say she wanted to hang Ain't shit that you can stay that's gonna stop my reign Took a trip to Madagascar to cop my chain All the bitches call me papi but that's not my name Say the pussy pretty good but it's not that flame I'm eating grilled swordfish with my Florida bitch Caught it with my own hands so she know I'm the shit I throw some dollars in her purse when she low on the rent But I've gotta leave her home when I go on a trip because [Produced by DJ Mustard] [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like that new pussy Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like hot new pussy Ain't nothing like that new pussy Every other night I'm in a new city Ain't nothing like that new pussy Many hoes don't know what to do with me [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] That's my old thot, I ran into her Wearing loafers with the no socks, back around the grow spot I asked her is her number the same Cause your friend Kim heard me say she wanted to hang Ain't shit that you can stay that's gonna stop my reign Took a trip to Madagascar to cop my chain All the bitches call me papi but that's not my name Say the pussy pretty good but it's not that flame I'm eating grilled swordfish with my Florida bitch Caught it with my own hands so she know I'm the shit I throw some dollars in her purse when she low on the rent But I've gotta leave her home when I go on a trip because [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like that new pussy Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like hot new pussy Ain't nothing like that new pussy Every other night I'm in a new city Ain't nothing like that new pussy Many hoes don't know what to do with me [Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] On the low that's the truth like a motherfu- And her, and her girlfriend bad as a motherfu- On the phone, running zones with my lil cousin Pull up in a 'Stang like Kane, who you looking for? Had a couple of em with her, had to scoop a buck Blunt's too hot, I'm like "take it off" 2x2x4, I could do it all Sixteen of em and they're bad, gotta make a call Cop cars, I am not the law And I'm 'bout to touch down and get the extra point Now I'm 'bout to take off and make another hunnid Hit the strip club with the team for a couple of em [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like that new pussy Ain't nothing like, ain't nothing like Ain't nothing like hot new pussy Ain't nothing like that new pussy Every other night I'm in a new city Ain't nothing like that new pussy Many hoes don't know what to do with me

[Intro] Aye yay yay yay yay yay Get the fuck off of my balls I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Man these thots getting no calls Yah Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah Six Wassup Wassup [Verse 1] I let it hit the water splash Wrist rotating, tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking; My French maid dress drop, fall Close doors in the presence of Francois, c'est pas The livest nigga living—hella ham! Getting blend on backgammon for the grands Had a couple niggas on the team Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared Like the air, and the water, and the trees; Wood grain chain on me! Fuck gold, fuck platinum, fuck the street wear niggas Stomp a nigga 'til he wearing the streets—like a fleece! I completely ignore niggas who talk too slow I think y'all dead, my Frenchman said, I'm gettin' head Francois c'est pas... [Intro] Aye yay yay yay yay yay Get the fuck off of my balls I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Man these thots getting no calls Yah Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah Six Wassup Wassup [Verse 1] I let it hit the water splash Wrist rotating, tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking; My French maid dress drop, fall Close doors in the presence of Francois, c'est pas The livest nigga living—hella ham! Getting blend on backgammon for the grands Had a couple niggas on the team Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared Like the air, and the water, and the trees; Wood grain chain on me! Fuck gold, fuck platinum, fuck the street wear niggas Stomp a nigga 'til he wearing the streets—like a fleece! I completely ignore niggas who talk too slow I think y'all dead, my Frenchman said, I'm gettin' head Francois c'est pas...