[Intro: GDP]

Yo, When I say you don't want to fuck with me

I'm not talking to you girls and women

Cuz y'all, y'all wanna FUCK me

[Verse 1: Emily Rugburn]

Funk that, (?) smack you drunk dad in a dunce cap

Bottle of 151, and a match

Its flammable like Texaco DRIP

With a Lexapro sniff

You're bout as hard as an Eskimo's piss

Break bread grab a beer and bill with me

Even if old Earth don't want you to chill with me

Rockin this motherfucker with interest

Droppin disses coppin Biscuits

Get it poppin like Bubblicious

Chickens crackin Chiclets (?) bazooka

Its super fly (?) smokin dro in the hookah

Imbroglio Blaze chronic tonic and the Bombay

Concrete jungle fever til Beyonce's my fiancee

Have love New York brothers like (???)

Rockin Shows pull an Old Gold for O'DB

Rock with clitorises and kids spliffed on Christmas

And rip it so gifted had the cops (?)

[Verse 2: GDP]

I stay away from danger danger stay away from me

Police ask me, what's my governance?

G-D motherfucking P

I wear sunglasses at night so I can see what I'm doing

Cut my set short- kids started looting

In case you're just tuning in

This is reality

Innovative hip-hop with no regards for boundaries

Rash decision making 101 right Now

A testament to my Mach 10 lifestyle

Beats breaks vinyl, written freestyles

40oz fifty kids

Four chords, bong rips

Y'all can tell how much acid I tripped since my last album

Got Involved, started rocking larger crowds

Letting it all hang out like jelly rolls

On 300 pound girls that still wear skimpy clothes

Hoes in UGG boots and make-believe thug groups

Learn the ropes the hard way every time the drums loops