I'm conducting the words with ease
When I'm constructing a verse, I can sense a rapper dying how he's stuck in a hearse
Man I tried gettin' G's from robberies, I buck and I burst
But b**h please, my luck is the worst
These young G's are running a muck it's a curse
Got the police yelling “freeze” when the ruckus occurs
I gotta get a b**h that's got a piece tucked in her purse right
Next to a jimmy no disease, f**ing the first night
On her knees, s**ing the thirst is unreal
It's a done deal ladies, I'm up in your skirts
Yeah I've f**ed a lot of b**hes but I'd like to bone more
I get mad and I use, a microphone cord
To fashion a noose then I start strangling necks
I'm introducing rappers to the angel of d**h
I keep quaffing the stout until they're tossin' me out
I'm gettin' trashed like Brenda's baby and Oscar the grouch
(Hook: Yung BooL)
Y'all bronze, and we gold
And we shine like so
They talk, and we know
I just sit back enjoy the breeze and roll some smoke
(Yung BooL verse)