[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
@@#!y khaki jacket jacker

Slap-happy !@$)got slapper
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92

Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat
Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD
Asked Joseph about my deal

He looked back said "hell yeah, let's eat!"

[Hook]

This %#@! my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still $#&@ with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my ^!$$%s hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam


[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Young Rascal Flatts - young $$# kid $$# could rap
$#&@ all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack
Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back

Real ^!$$% with a nose ring, that's right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds

Sang a song, oh you don't know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you

As long as I can sang with you like:

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
^!$$%s please be focused - that 'Bino, you know this

He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone %#@!, you know your 'hood is so !@$%
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real %#@!

I'mma be that - CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're $#&@in' with the Fifi bag

My stars, egad, she said: "this my favorite song"
"Hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
You blast this %#@! in Abercrombie when your work is finished

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it
Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage
Cause you were like: "this ain't the ^!$$% you said spittin', is it?"

Two-step - white dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing?
Cause you Harlem Shake

I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and 'Bino too


[Hook]