[Verse] (Cale Charles):

I walked in with the Polo. Henn and the Doe-Doe

Say I can grab her ass, but her friend's is a no-no

So, ho. Huh, here's som gin and som mo-mo

Shawty changed her mind. I told Slimm, "Here, it's your go."

YOLO, low low. Bounce it like a pogo

Pour 4. Sip it while you blow dro

Steady going ham, but a nigga from the 4 tho

Fighting for my Little Big Horn like Hernando De Soto

I'm the man with the dough though. Treat my main squeeze like a fan. Take a photo

I don't give a damn. With the cam or the Go-Pro

I don't fuck with xans. Only strands. Fuck the coco

Man with the plan from the land of the po' folk. Damn Uncle Sam and the po-po

Nigga said "Fuck Ala--", Bam with the .44. That's what I put down on the scope for

Me and 4 hoes stepping out of the 4 door. I'm ballin'. Rawlins

Real niggas only, better hope they let y'all in. Got a side shorty cooking gator down in 'Nawlins

She know how it goes, I never stay until the morning

Telling me she loves me. Only say it, cuz she horny

Fishing for a guppy, fucked around and caught a great white

Late night, after party asking shawty what it shake like

Got dressed, baby told me have a great flight. Bwoa!

[Hook]:

It go do re mi. Fa so la ti

Fa so la ti, fa so la ti

Hope them pigs ain't got nobody

Meet me at the after party. (x2)

[Verse] (Sip Jackson):

Ever since I came in, I been ballin' (ballin')

Your ho won't stop callin' (Callin', callin')

Probably cuz I put it all in (All in)

She wet like the bayou. I call her 'Nawlins

And, I know that Cale probably said that too, but I'm leaning off

Whatever substance. I've been really thinking I should slow it down, slow it down, slow it down

Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? We came in here rollin'

Slimm got that .40, I bet you ain't notice. Swerving. Codeine, and you never seen focused

Til you see Sip walk right past all the coldest bitches and still manage to give em cold shoulders

I'm E$kimo. I'm Gucci's face tat, bitch. Shorty just sing while she take that dick

Do re mi fa so. I stay back flipping in your sister. I'm a gymnast. Whip it

Wrist so cold they call me chemist. Finish on her face with all of my 'churrin right next to her blemish

And, you think she's innocent. Boy, who you kidding?

That ho for everybody

Sip in the booth that's a scary topic

Smoke til I'm floating like Mary Poppins

Bitch, I need commas in every pocket

[Hook]

[Verse] (Eskimo $hawty):

Smoking Doe Doe on the low low. Acapulco gold

Tie it in the RAW paper. Twist it up so swolen

Me and a caramel apple bottom getting acquainted

She say she got a man and that's a damn shame, ain't it?

Ain't it funnt how they hit you with the flex, knowing damn well they be loving rough sex?

I be pulling on your hair, you be grabbing on my neck. But, I'm thinking too forward. No disrespect. But, I suspect

You to be the one for me to meet at the after party after the after party. Do re mi fa so la ti do

Had you hollin'. Now, you humming on a high pitched note. I told you, bitch

Next time no stallin'. Now the ho won't stop calling

Nigga like me, no strike zone. I stay ballin' on what used to be the home plate, playa

Used to play Star Wars with the gas mask. Darth Vader

Smoked out, listening to Elevators. Now we on the elevator. Headed to the top. See ya later

Gone. Taillights. And, everybody up in my zone gon smell like

Kush. And, I promise you, I'mma live life cuz it ain't promised to

You or me neither, that's the honest truth

Party like 1-1-2002

New Year's after 9/11, everybody came together. Brought us a little closer to heaven

I bet you would've remembered that if reality TV went belly up

Think about it. Roll the smelly up