[VERSE 1] I'm tryna make a mil, i'm emril with these efforts So I can attract some hoes, wit skins that weigh a feather My n***a, I spit tight. Ask the pants of a wrestler You can hear a piece of jesus on my records like kanyes dresser Give me permission to pond so let me flow Can I kick it for pilsbury? A lil tae kwon for the doe Y'all n***as should hang ya mics so I can't listen to ya lynchins Or should I send shots cuz black b**h oozies come with extensions Cuz I use the cordless phone to call my plug up So I can put the boredom down and pick my funds up k**ed the competition it was nothing, they sounded the same They got confusion from the controller cuz they thought I was a game I ain't from san diego but i got more juice than chargers You think you hot son? But you don't come close like fathers The plan is to make my fanbase american dads But if I blow like talibans i might compromise that [HOOK] I'm somewhat on the lala Me and my n***as on the lala We all up on the lala lala lala lala [VERSE 2] I hate that p**y n***as shinin' f** a j**elery box But not if the diamond pendant swing hard and tyson knocked Head ringin, should i call a doc or ding dong ditch em Im up next like when marlon got high for his audition The plug shower me with gas cuz i'm big nose Neighbor of Carl Winslow chief smoke Like indian fire captains Tapping on some dance for ma**a sh** Kinda well cuz I gotta do it for my bucket list While i'm spaced out these bars are really motherships Serial k**er ya cheerios will have banana clips I mean the 50 1st date hooligan Cuz with every bar I gotta show that i'm cool again [HOOK]