[Intro]
Quack, quack
[Verse 1]
I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar
Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car
You ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'all
I just spit a punchline, smile then they bird call
Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball
I'm dealing with some sh** that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a f**ing word wrong
I'm wavy, giving you some sh** that you can surf on
Finding me a b**h I can swerve on
Frank Thomas homie, 'bout to put the hurt on
Your b**h a night light in bed, she turned on
Roll some weed, tell her burn one
[Hook]
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
[Verse 2]
Yea, I used to give a f** about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
Hope she down for bu*ts**, it will be a cum fest
Sorry that's some sh** I had to confess
Crazy-a** b**h doing 911 threats
Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the crown fit, gold on my outfit
Surrounded by this p**y, I'mma drown in it
Got that wet pack, b**h come and give me that
You know we want to know where them titties at
Got 'em ga**ed, they be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother ask your moms what a p**y is?
Corruption, stunting at the function
Your girl p**y smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you'll learn something
Roll that weed up, burn one
[Hook]