[Verse: 1]

LeGit

Fuck the courts I’m chilling seaside

I’m not yo average Joe not even G.I

The Jane is very present, Christmas Eve, I’m

Drinking wildwoods, Purple Nehi's

If he talking, bet he end up in that triage

If he ballin' well how come he drive a Prius?

But the Hummer all black like the King riots

Plus that nigga really pussy like a feline

I saw some niggas run his pockets on the green line

I ain’t even lying, But...

But girl you nice as

The sweetest slices, of

Pumpkin spices, or

Better yet Key-Lime

Plus this function probably bout to hit a decline

Either from niggas fighting or

When they run out of this cheap wine

If you ain't ready to leave

Just let me know soon as you decide

Cause you know I turn you over like a B-Side

And you know they hate it every time you beside

Me

Just drop em’ like orange potatoes in the deep-fry

Please

And we can chop it up like...

Like, Rock Lee or Suey with beef and Broccoli

They call me Rocky; Young Tarver could never stop me

Or maybe Fonz-E, red flannel is all upon me

As I walk into your party

And proceed to smack the shit out yo disc jokey

Just for frontin’ like we ain't the hardest

Niggas in this Eastern Conference

Don’t know what the fuck a LeBron is [X3]

[Chorus]

Say, hold on hold, not so fast, boy, not so fast

Damn girl damn girl

Got me feeling like Nash

Like Pluto Nash

Not the sun girl, Pluto Nash

Now her hair in the wind

And her feet on the dash

Buck 50 down the Bishop

Pray that we don’t crash

[Verse: 2]

TheMIND

Bare feet and forbidden Passion

Soft smiles and hidden laughter

Modern day sequences of Eve and Adam

In less than Fig leafs

No figments; premonitions flashing

I need her ASAP

This got shit to do with her fashion (nah)

Her shoulders frigid

No matter her seasonal factors

So I sweat her, Lilo

I thank yo mother for yo Stitch

Yo thread, yo gift

Yo legs, yo lips

They spread, you drip (Oooh)

The Elements are off the 5th

And I ain't Corbin Dallas, but shit

Drop in a Taxi and dip

If the world is a bitch

You the key for me saving my nitch (?)

Said she outta my jurisdiction

Fiction writing was never my forte

Alter my diction slight

And watch the night just turn to foreplay

Multi-passes, edges jagged, blastin’

I’m packing fabrics from baggage

Time travelers’ modest cause in the future

All my bitches badder

On Saturn in fact they Asses fatter than that of Minaj

Nikki

[Nick Astro]

(What you trippin for? You know I’m gone house you. What you trippin for?)

[Chorus]

Say hold on, hold on, not so fast, boy not so fast

Damn girl damn girl, got me feeling like Nash

Not the Sun, girl Pluto Nash

But you a dime, can’t let you pass

I'm in ya face like Google Glass

Let ‘em hate with they fufu asses

If they can’t just do the math

It’s Me + You