作词 : Alexander Gumuchian/Matthew Hauri/Spark Master Tape

作曲 : Garreth Taylor Hartnell

Hey man

The **** you mean you ain't heard no shit

I got the drip drop icy hot wrist that's a ice pack (Uh)

Think I'm Tim Horton with the Ice Cap

I used to get caught up with all these thots (Forgot 'em)

I never second guess I shoot my shot (I got 'em)

It's funny how I never check my watch (Still got 'em)

Problems without baby gravy we just (Solve 'em)

He ain't got the loud pack tell that boy speak up (Speak up)

New side ***** short 'n' stout like a tea cup (Tea cup)

I might get myself some fake **** get some D-cups (Ayy)

Just so I can flex on my ex she got C-cups

Check the patterns, we keep goin' bananas

I see you nanners slippin'

Watch the blue shell do some damage

We in da back (****)

We passin 6, 5, 4

3, 2, 1 yeah now we in the front (So I)

Spent a big check on a car

Yeah I would if I could (Yeah)

Everything I make is hard

You will like it cause its good (Yeah)

Shawty you better be playin'

Sorry you misunderstood (Yeah)

Baby what the **** you sayin'

Nothing good rhymes with good

I could take a piss on a drum and the song would go dumb

Anesthesiolo-wrist make ya dick go numb

Get a freezie with ya bitch, buddy you could be my son

Yo momma lookin' like a fee-fi-fo-fum-head-ass-mother****er

What's for supper

She must think that I'm a sucker

I stumble when I mumble, I look lazy, yeah

I'm in the Bay with Baby Gravyi feelin' hazy, yeah

I'm finna get paid with the Paper Gang we going krazy, yeah

I'm 'bout to get laid with a ***** that cook that swoup up daily, yeah

I'm in the Cadillac, ****ing on

Chicken soup the dinner song

Thick as fog, ****ing leg, lookin' like a kricket dogg

Kill em off, whip it off, chillin' like a villain dog

Built a bong, out of aluminum and a cinnabon

And ya'll ain't want no smoke with the clique, nah

Lose your gold rope to my dick, yeah

Tape and the name been the same

Never fell off, on the way to a boat with them fellas

It's on the gang