[Intro: Larry June]

Shit, ee-hee

Damn, sock it to me

Shit, sock it to me

Larry June

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]

Grab my choppa off the floor, watch it do the Diddy dance

Put a nigga in a plastic bag, shiny-suit man

Got it out the bowl, so suppressors look like soup cans

She rapid, so I'm coolest ‘round a million dollar fool, man

Got it out the bowl, two-percent in Fruit Loops, man

Young nigga, kept a long nose like toucan

You doing good, you're doing great, come get this good [?]

My migo text me andale, I made the great escape

Twenty long years, they tryna lock the wolf away

Gave my lawyer twenty bands, I was locked up twenty dates

Drummer gang, no Pro Tools, bitch, you know we hold tools

Fuckin' with a ho, fools know we met in Whole Foods

Healthy! Just like my pockets

I tote a rocket, I'm not gon' cock it

This shit already lit, this shit already lit

This shit already loaded, I pull up with the choppas

Drummer gang, bitch, give a fuck about a instrumental

I'ma playa, bitch, give a fuck if she get sentimental

Before she pay her rent, I'ma make that bitch go get a rental

I'ma take a trip, then I'm coming home with the dinner

[Verse 2: Larry June]

Gas packs, choppas automatic

Buy a old school then I paint it like a canvas

Bitch, why you cap, four deep, no sleep

Old school, new feet, aye, aye, aye, aye yee-hee

Ridin' round with the 24-8 in another state, all for the cake

Just touched down, another hoe to break

Brand new toast in the North Face

Bitch quit playing, need all that

Fuck the rap game, moving novocaine

Two snow bunnies when the Rover came

(Shit, yeee-heee, got damn)

Bitch hella thick, come choose up on a pimp

I'm never on the radio, I'm talking to much shit

Thirty in my clip, I ain't playing

Nigga what you saying , I was dirty so I ran

Foot chase, they caught a nigga, I'm damned

Police knocking on my granny door, I’m in the town

I went broke, my lawyer hit me for a ten

I never thought I'd be in Tokyo counting yen

Kick-flip, make the work kick-flip

New whip, and I got that pink slip

All my handguns newbies, I ain't get to bust 'em

You can tell by my fingernails I'm getting money

Clean nigga, never fucked a bitch bare-back

The only reason that you got in cause I booted that

In Whole Foods with the forty like a maniac

Its tax evasion if he search where my ankle at

[Outro: Larry June]

Damn, shit, man

Ay ay ay shit ee-hee

Ay ay, good job, Greedo, uh

Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ee-hee shit

Damn, damn, uh damn

Ee-hee, shit, sock it to me

Ay