Rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay
Serve light, bud light, wide tops then hoes say
'60's, bang it, I don't shoot, I slang it

'30's, Pablo, no thanks, just hanging
Shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up
My blunts catching on fire, damn it, I see red drugs

My eyes may be rolling but damn me, I'm holy
I'm just outside my body, that's some %#@! I ain't controlling
Damn, I think I'm hit, man down, mayday

Damn, I'm drunk as hell, I could tell it must be payday
Bootleg, Billy Four, '93 octane
Smoking on that green crack, sipping lean, quit cocaine

Boom, that's a tummy ache, tomorrow I'm gonna vomit
Tonight I'm gonna talk %#@! then hit the streets and run it
My date look astonished, I'm just paying homage

Told her love me now 'cause when I come down I plummet

We mobbing, wiping, San Diego, we charging

90 all the way to Boston, $#&@ the laws, we dodging
Steve Austin, six milli', dead presidential, hood presidential
Hotter than fresh chilly, we conjure out here Billy

Oh really, oh mighty, Lord have mercy, make this worthy
16 bars and flawless verses, ride the wave, don't fight it
Roll it up then light it, mean look but I'm excited

Kick a bad (*##$ that go both ways, you know a partner's invited
Vacation, vacation, two bad broads in one location
One in the cut, one on deck, I keep 'em in rotation

Ovation, outstanding, higher the plane I'm landing
These haters wanna see us crash and burn
These mother$#&@ers can't stand me

In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I'm $#&@ing paid
I bust a great just like your head, spontaneous, no planning
Call the law, I dare you, we hit the (*##$, you murder

Live ain't fair but don't blame us, it sucks, nobody ain't tell you

Yeah, I'm so high I could skydive off the moon

Mister big hit $#&@ off your afternoon
I got a bag of shrooms and a hoe to suck me like a vacuum do
I'm so off I should rap inside a padded room

$#&@ you and your !@$)got goons
Badabing, badaboom, kick the $#&@ing scabs off the wound
I told that (*##$ I'm making hip hop back there

%#@! ain't there, I just took the (*##$ out of tune
Yeah, ^!$$%, million dollar craft, in a U plane, call it Gorbachev
Any minute, (*##$, we gonna orbit off

And if the #~!!@ smell bad then my dick gonna solve
Word to my ^!$$% skinny as scales
We put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell

The grim reaper of rap, I'mma send him to hell
And you the type of ^!$$% that'll stick his dick in the mail
I am too cool for these ^!$$%s

Can go on all day, never change, ^!$$%
Get dough, tryna stack my bread up
To the point...adios when I'm out the (*##$ coochie

$#&@ it...
I talk to myself 'cause these ^!$$%s all fake
Reptilian, I bet these ^!$$%s all snakes

We gonna get cake
$#&@ it, let these ^!$$%s all hate