The Boy Julien done talked your boy into hitting the club

Party boy thinking I should come and witness the love

Don't nobody feel like driving, we uber onto the homie's house

Slapping fives, rolling up, like "what we talking about?"

Of course Bitches. And whats exactly whats on the menu

Who's showing up, and what we getting into (later)

"Oh her?" "You had her?" "Got some good pussy on her?"

You know a nigga had to ask in case I ever get up on her

"It was straight" "Ole girl's is better" "Sara is my best"

"She look like her feet stink now" The shit is a mess

Boy, Nipsey wasn't lying. Playing with your nose

Got these girls losing ass. This shit is like a show (we all star in)

Its hard gin, Henny and kush

"Fuck them old hoes. You know Me! Send me the Rooks"

The 22-year old, first-time exited-to-be-arounds

I'ma talk 'em UP. Then I'ma knock 'em down

See real niggas play the back, not the table

You know Julien, he want us front and center with the waiters

Its always easy pickings. I'm happy with all my options

Poppin' or not poppin'. I'm ghetto, my game is proper (I just lay it flat)

I ain't a player I just fuck a lot

And I get the best to fuck a lot

Anyway, I'm bragging. But yeah, back to us at the house

All of us about to leave, Orator should turn it out

I just wanna see a baddie bob her head to trap shit

Mouth a couple words to Hov's 'PSA'

Take a watermelon shot without flinching. Baby, thats it

You gon' be my wife for the night with all of that shit

I'm a legs and breast man, now my mind doing backflips

Perfectly timed strike. Energy just right

My mouth piece can have a Law Student acting ratchet

Have her stupid ass in Compton, fucking, working on her masters

She the Coachella type. I'm the type to do magic

Have her fucking for a week, but got her missing like a rabbit

If her frieeend wanna hate. Over herrrrrre, in the way

I'ma sick my brother at her, a real nigga gon' distract her

Horray Henry's is the watering hole

Old hoes looking strange at the new hoes

Like they was never New Hoes before. You bitches should be giving kudos

They young and in the city with the LA city Kujos

The dogs, the hoggs who got it all. And I'm the Pujols

The hard hitting angel, my name ring from here to Pluto

And that ain't een a planet. I don't gotta plan it

If its the truth and they can't stand it. They're a hater Got dammit

Swear to God you are listening to a God in the flesh

Mack tight, like a TED Talk. Simply the best

Catch me stumbling out, thumb in my phone. I "Gotta Go"

"Just take me back to my car. I'm going home"

Taking charge whenever Pussy involved, that pot of gold

I fuck her and feed her food truck orders and tell her 'No' a lot

Everybody in the spot, drunk, choosing up

With my new boo I'm supping up. WHAT

[End Bridge]

Choose Up, what up

Choose Up, what up

Choose Up, what up

Choose Up, what up

The Real OPM...

I'm the One Punch Man, nigga