[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Smack lanes, Versace frames cover my iris
Stay alert, never show my eyelids
I'm the loudest
Provide spliffs and baggies
Pushing 5 wagons and Caddies
See them banging chicks with fatties
We them b**hes baby daddies
Probably, maybe
Oh sh**, it could be possible
Y'all n***as couldn't see me
I'm a young optical obstacle
Gorilla bread, moving like a beast
Looking phenomenal
Hit them in they face for brakes, if not splash the abdominal
You might have seen me in a cardigan rocking a monocle
? my feet and leave the murder scene with every follicle
Diabolical
Drink is spiked with something soluble
Keep it hood, y'all n***as talking good
But then we follow through
Think about it
My n***as will follow you then hollow you
That's word to what I rep
So show respect to what the dollar do
Hear us ? and you see it's true
You f*ggots blew a tranny and you never owned a vehicle
Word
[Bridge: Action Bronson]
I'm a f**ing laid-back guy, man
I don't know why everybody wants to f**ing have a problem
Guess when you going places man
You know how that go
Yo (x2)
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Chopping wood, sweater smelling like the fireplace
Look in a mirror, see a lion's face
Whip spicy like a Cayenne
You ain't tryna get this money, motherf**er
Well I am
b**hes from Thailand
Get turned to moo goo gai pan
Pumping voodoo, drinking Yoohoo
Shawty put the poodle when she doo-doo
You motherf**ers acting new-new
Put you in a two-two
Nobody even recognize the new you
Yeah
Cut your dick, made a p**y with it
b**h, I'm Ronnie Coleman
You a rookie wit it
Queen's to Brooklyn, sh** it
Glenfiddich, neat
I'd rather you knee down to my feet
Linen shorts, set brown, stop right at the kneecap
I love this, but I don't need rap
Yo f** your feet back
And s** my dick to the haters
That's why I whip the 5 wagon, gators off
Laters, b**h