[Verse 1 - Alex Wiley]

I came through with the weed

Eighth in the wood

My niggas was fried

My hoes, they do drugs

My niggas is thugs

All my villagers ride

Getting paper

Now the bitches say he full of surprises

And they thinkin' it's time

To go and drop a ?

On thirty sluts and thirty doves

To fly on my arrival

You niggas pressed, you niggas pressed the squad eatin falafels

The book of my life is gonna outsell the Bible

I do this shit with my eyes closed

My dick is fucking colossal

Caught me fuckin' a fossil

Niggas talkin' that tough shit

Niggas so fuckin' docile

All my sessions is closed

Like standin' eatin' in the kitchen

I'm standing next to the stove

And through all the pressure to fold

My necklace is gold, my necklace is gold

I take this city with me, baby

I'm reppin' the 'Go

So I don't give a motherfuck about it

I'm a motherfucking problem

And your hoes' got the mileage of a 74

[Verse 2 - Action Bronson]

I know these haters wanna see me fall

But my mama wanna see me ball

And your shorty wanna see my balls

And all these bitches wanna see my money

But they can't get shit from me

You know who you fuckin' blowing

Fuck you, straight up

Chi town, we out here

It's the consistency of cold honey

I'm spending old money

Snap my fingers, drugs are sold for me

Wink my eye, then a human dies

While I'm dancin' to some Cuban vibes

Ladies think I'm handsome and the shoes are fly

Damn, tell a baby, grab your ankles

'Bout to smash your pussy like your man play for the Bengals

Ickey Woods, Ickey Shuffle in the 740

Uncle Pauly right behind us in the 850

This shit fly strange like a retarded duck

You get carted off

Then I'm dippin' like some garlic sauce

Pimpin' Koala soft

Vomit on the Porsche

Spent a wallet on the loft

Green olives in the joint

The drugs make me smarter as I use them

I mean abuse them

I ain't the one for all the choosin'

I see them, then I do

Then I'm going to the movies

And then a Beamer that I'm cruisin'

Serve white balls, autograph by Todd Hundley

I need LeBron money

Straight notes like fingers on the guitar money

Splash the bread with the zahtar, dummy

Fuck

Two times

I'm like the motherfucking Mary Lou Retten of this shit

Bam, bam, Bronselino

Queens

Chicago

Closed Sessions

Blow me from the back, bitch