Tatoos on her $$#
Take one
Dame Grease, we got 'em baby

Got these ^!$$%z
Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac
You know it's Vigilante Season man

$#&@ this %#@!
So I'll just give you that wave
Shout to the Four Hor!@&(

Let's get 'em, uh

Hook:

Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
(Too advanced)
How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands

($#&@ you do that, $#&@ed up now)
When my songs come on, they do the dance
(Do the dance)

(*##$es tattoo my name on they $$#

Verse 1:

Yeah
The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up
The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up

Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums
My DVDs be in the slums
Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you ^!$$%z speech weak

You (*##$ ^!$$%z couldn't see me like cheap seats
Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps
Squeeze at you ^!$$%z till no shells left

Stop it son you not the %#@!, I'll pop a clip
Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit
What the $#&@ is that, that's some !@$* %#@!

I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo %#@!
That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury
Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry

Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself
Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself
^!$$% that !@%!e you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me

They gon' find ya like Pimp C
I don't give a $#&@ about your bull%#@!, best to show me where the money be
^!$$% your only 23

Owww

Hook:

Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
(Coupe is black)
And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash

Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
She wanna tattoo my name on her $$#


Verse 2:
^!$$% I ain't trippin' off this %#@!
I'ma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)

Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty
The 2010 Biggie
Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru

Got the Codeine, sour make the !@^%s leave
More fiend, that's that %#@! I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship
Taste it, get you ^!$$%z facelifts

Get you ^!$$%z wasted, Bigga the better spar
Pay for your funeral on my debit card
Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby

^!$$%z on my dick, screamin' "Wavy"
Try to do a splash, now cyclones
They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper

^!$$% stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set
They make me wanna squirt the Tech
Owww


Hook:
Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks

(Doin' tracks)
She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash
She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that

(What type fruits is that)
She wanna tattoo my name on her $$#
Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
(Too advanced)
How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands

($#&@ you do that)
When my songs come on, they do the dance
(Do the dance)
(*##$es tattoo my name on they $$#
Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black

(Coupe is black)
And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash
Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
She wanna tattoo my name on her $$#


Freaky (*##$, yeah
Need a nice outro for this one
Ain't gotta say much
Vigilante Season, ya know
Boss Don Biggavel'

Dame Grease
Four Hor!@&( baby, yeah
Got bottles of that Grand Cru
Ya know the industry, comin' for my head
All these ^!$$%z talkin' greasy 'bout the boy
Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know

Lil' !@%!e head ^!$$%z runnin' round the game
Poppin' them percs, shrooms
$#&@ wit' ya boy (*##$
The Boss Don, oww
Gotta love it
Gain Greene, yeah
That's it, huh

{Max B laughs}