[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