[Intro: Houdinne]
What, yeah
What, yeah
What, yeah
What, yeah
What, yeah
What
[Verse 1: Houdinne]
I'ma bring the funk to the place on twenty-seventh
Ask for your boy, they can tell you he was gifted
Finna' hit this blunt in a sec, let's get lifted
Talking 'bout who next, I don't know, that ain't my business
I can tell you this though (What?)
b**h I'm ready
About to pull five gold chains out the suitcase
I am not no fruitcake (Yeah)
But I'm dessert though
This is not no work though
I'm finna' change my shirt though
[Hook: Houdinne]
I'm a lone
But I'm taking trips
You at home
You ain't making sh**
Google Chrome
Finna' take this spliff
To the dome
Your girl taking licks
Of the tip
[Verse 2: Houdinne]
Baby I just started
Uh, already a prophet
Yeah, just wait till I'm on fire
Damn, sh**'s gonna really be retarded
Oh, it's gonna
Be the best thing since fifth floor housing
I can't wait to be kicking in the mansion
I can tell you like
Sipping drink, getting right
Three or four shots on you (You)
If that's what you wanna do (Do)
Oh, just wait and
See for yourself
If the plan takes action
Then we get home and you're s**ing like a vacuum
I'm a dis fit
Dirty bird, sour circle
All my best friends wanna know if if his secret name was Urkel (It's not)
I can't lose
Twenty-two, cruising for a bruise
Got your girl reporting like she on the news
[Hook: Houdinne]
I'm a lone
But I'm taking trips
You at home
You ain't making sh**
Google Chrome
Finna' take this spliff
To the dome
Your girl taking licks
Of the tip
[Verse 3: Houdinne]
If you with it come and get it
I just read it on reddit
Yeah, If your girlfriend's p**y dry, I can come and wet it
Know, if it's not, that's okay, I'm a paramedic
By the way nine eleven, I'd advise you never forget it
No laser beans on my face (What? f**)
What a f**ing disgrace (Damn)
Hit a motherf**er with the mace (Yeah)
Then I caught a bad case of face of base
I saw the sun
I opened up my eyes
I saw the sun
Life is demanding
Without understanding
Life is a big rat race
You only really ever get a taste
Shouts out to yung taste god
Shouts out tomahawk chop squad
Shouts out to Lord Farquaad
If I could I would even shout out god (Who?)
But it wouldn't be fair to oh my god (Who?)
I be fishing in the lake Cape Cod
[Hook: Houdinne]
I'm a lone
But I'm taking trips
You at home
You ain't making sh**
Google Chrome
Finna' take this spliff
To the dome
Your girl taking licks
Of the tip