[Verse: $LUDGEHAMMER & Juicy J]

Smokin' pot to Hypnagogic Pop in the parkin' lot

I'm sittin', hittin' blunts while a bitch gags and dribbles snot

She don't like to smoke a lot, blogger 'round the block

Hittin' me up all the time on her Ask Box jock

Sippin' O.E., I hardly managed to cop it

Clerk ran after me when he saw it in my pocket

Livin' in sin, like I'm in kids, don't care 'bout makin' shit

Fuck a job, I'm hopin' that the world might end

I hardly care if it don't 'cause I'm on the rise

Numbers gettin' large and I stay gettin' high (We trippy, mane)

Now I'm blastin' Witch House at your bitch house

Guess what's 'bout to happen now, I'm 'bout to run through your bitch mouth

Reminiscin' 'bout 2010, smokin' special blends

Tired as fuck, so I get up with yay post-head

Then I eat all her food and pass out on her couch

Wake up, steal her laptop and piss in her closet barred out

Got swag and pussy to a science, double «M» alliance

Misogynist messiahs all day 'cause I'm hella defiant

Being facetious all day and offending people

666, Odd Future and shit, hell yeah, I'm freakin' evil

Satirical miracle, look at me, I'm superior

To anyone that thinks they're cooler than me, that's hysterical

Rap game, young adults talkin' 'bout some shit and rhymin' bitch with dick and frontin' 'bout hittin' licks

But it's all in good fun, not hurtin' no one

Except the real Hip-Hop heads, but fuck 'em all 'cause they're dumb

I'm tryna get buck, I'm tryna get wild

Fuck all your styles, my swag is easily something way more worthwhile