[Verse 1: Lachdown]

Homie I be port to port, never see my anchor drop

Bet that I can bag a bitch, Anchorage to Angkor Wat

Track Town girls though: chill as fuck, danker pot

Juicy ass, skinny mom, guess she gotta thank her pops

(Pause) Let the banger rock

Jaws on their ankles, lock-

-ing shit down steady till I'm ballin' with that banker guap

Fucking queens, Lancelot, look at me, I'm Hansel hot

State of mind on astronaut, shit I want the chance to cop

Keeps me fixated on validating the hatred

By making it just to claim

That I wasted it in front of your faces

Cop Bathing Apes for the laces

Vape an eighth for the fragrance

Y'all slanging paste to the tasteless

I'm aiming straight for the A-list

And laying pages for the ages like Amos my namesake had done

Glory's before me and y'all cornies who I'll take it from

I'm sui generis, flow is unsettling

Steady combust blunts of the med with Sloan Kettering

[Break: Step Brothers sample]

Johnny Hopkins and Sloan Kettering

Blazing that shit up every day

[Verse 2: Lachdown]

Peanuts are for pachyderms

All we do is pack and burn, pass the fern

Ash on my pants, khakis to match my urn

Class adjourned, until you chatty Kathies are taciturn

Rappers spurned ain't hath shit, so y'all my last concern

That's confirmed, by corroborating reports

That all you poseurs are pussies, and hunting pussy ain't sporting

I'd rather be out cavorting (What?), fornicating and touring

And contemplating the ways I can talk my way to a fortune

I'm a, lyrical cannonball, see me and the panties fall

Guarantee I'm packing plenty woody for these Annie Halls

(That's about the worst you could say about me)

You almost heard enough, know I got that multitouch

An 8 of my shit's worth your two joints: double dutch

Ducks don't need to huddle up, rush who's talking scuttlebutt

Voldemort a muggle fuck, I'm bugging off the bubba kush

Got me befuddled inagaddadavida, proppin' my feet up

Bitch it takes a quap when I re-up, ye-up