(Sketch & Yung BooL)
YB:
Compared to me, there's no man fly
Like a drone captain
I'm so damn high, chillin' at my home rappin'
In the garage next to daddy's Ford
And me and Sketch are goin' back and forth like we're phone taggin'
S:
You want it to, but it won't happen
I'll smoke a blunt or two and get the chrome clappin' and punish you
You h*mo f*gs been on my dick too long
‘Cause ya know I spit too strong
YB:
The outfit fits you wrong, it's no fashion
I'm up at Moe's Tavern sippin' a Duff with Home' I might
Stuff my bone into the muff of a stoner chick
She's bluffin' if she don't want the dick
S:
I gave a homeless b**h three pennies and had her huffin' and puffin'
Blowin' my stick like a candle out
Then I took her to eat Denny's
And still, at the end of the night, her hand was out
YB:
A dismantled child, that's what you'll end up
The way I rip these kids apart
And when I spit, it's art
It's a marvelous sight, when my bars are just right
After a marvel of light follows a spliff that sparks
S:
When I spit the smart flows, I hit the charts
Read about me hoes
This coke in my nostril got me bleedin' out my nose
f** it I'm strokin' a hot hoe
Smokin' a lot, so I'm chokin' on pot smoke