[Verse 1: Curren$y] Bum stickity bum stickity bum bum I ain't gotta tell you where I come from New Orleans back in the G I shoulda won best dressed n***a in the high school But they hated on me and gave it to another dude but it's cool Look at how the tables turn around I'm New Orleans flyest I earned my crown Baby girl can't deny that she won't be down With kid Crayola colors is all over the place My shoes is red and my hat is green It don't really match but I'm still so clean D&G belt just to hold up my jeans Glow-in-the-dark Nikes Dunk SBs You rocking eye sores boss you ain't got these Take that sh** off and spend a little cheese And if you're not happy with your personal steez Take your girl's advice and copy off me (Oh yes, this the Lysol flow Come through the club take all y'all hoes) [Verse 2: Young Roddy] I used to hustle for fresh clothes and sneakers Never thought I'd be sipping Hen and smoking reefer I'm trying my best to duck the grim reaper sh**, gotta bust a move before that n***a sneak up I'm stressed out so I puff 'till the L gone And I know to watch my mouth on the cell phone There's no days off, trap 'till the mail's gone And spitta grabbed a n***a out the L zone They got dope weed and pistols there Put some thugs on the whip, you get b**hes stare But ain't sh** sweet, don't get it twisted there It used to be blurry now it's crystal clear And I'm still trying to make more than Pablo It's like I jumped of the porch with a blindfold And all the dro smoke got me with my eyes closed f** buzzin we only break for 5-0 And I ain't scared I'm just cautious It's fly boys I'm in a circle filled with bosses (Yup oh yup it's the Lysol flow Come to the club take all your hoes)