[Intro]

Yo, pour that with 2 hands son

Shoes off, motherfucker

Here we go, yeh

[Verse 1]

Roll up to your function uninvited direspectfully

Never ran from anybody, ain’t no point in catching me

Got the cops sketching me, looking like a Vietnamese

Picture looking 8 bit, literally pixely

Got a squad Nepalese, Cats outta London

Made a pack that I hold em down packed till I'm hundred

All my project’s funded out my own damn pockets

Got my own Johnnie Cochran if I ever get bronson

Got getaway plans like I'm Jon Dillinger

Homie outta east coast working on them cylinders

Bounce in a blink of an eye just like a humming bird

Sparks like the fourth of july this ain't fireworks

Suitecase packed with givenchy

Women outta Mexico be calling me papi

Making Ceviche

Bring out the brief case

Big transactions with my dealer enrique

Bad chino, the great bambino the hint of van damn at least his damn ego

Porch full of pigeons to livein by the sea gulls

Hood of the hills whats lesser of two evils

Hosted by my brand new fireplace used to be the same place

I put my dry race

Now I got assistance reminding me my time and place

Chiefs in my kitchen, that are iron chef ranked

Talk about American dream, getting dollars was a scheme of this arrogant team

That took the words out the mariam and wrote sixteens

Sold a little coke but your boys still totally clean

New shit for the moms, furniture for the lawn she ain't never seen her son suited never went to prom

Lobster and steak with butter sauce on the prawns your fucking with the best now its old boy Jon