Intro (Danny Brown):

And to be honest with you, I don't smoke joints nigga I would tell you I'm straight so fuck you and yo skinny ass mosquito leg joint, I smoke blunts nigga big backwoods. Least three grams in that bitch nigga. Thumbs. Holla at ya boy. Hahaha

Verse1 (Lunchbagg):

Aye!

All black truck with the top hat

Chopper in the kitchen by the knife rack

Lay the drums, lay the flow how ya top that? Puerto Rican mami with a thick back

I been on my grind and they know that Smoking sacks bout the size of a bean bag She like my rhythm booming in the system Beat like a newborn baby how it's kicking

Step in looking like Mario Andretti

Speeding running laps round rappers in a ‘vetti Throwing ones shits falling like confetti

Tryna get booped so I pull up wit a Betty

I'm just tryna kick it like Liu kang

Weed laced like the chuck T shoe strings

Who I been how I am still

Liquor and the weed in rotation when I chill

Hook (Lunchbagg)

Cmon I'm the man

This my city my land

Shit goin down how I planned

Tastemaker, y'all shit bland

Y'all shit bland 4x

Interlude (Samuel l Jackson):

The very best there is. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes

Verse 2:

Aye!

Shorty got an ass like Erica

Rims still spinning on my chariot

120 horse like giddyup

Put the pedal to the flow no letting up

Lames saying we should link Soon

But they ain't really flowin they just tryna get poon Get well soon flow sick like syphilis

Bass drum knockin like the cops don't let em in Look at my face do it look like I'm joking?

Pull up with the bitch best believe that I'm poking Talk good game till the kitty cat soaking

On the best weed best believe we choking

Side line hoes all they need are Pom Poms Drive by flow banging like Tom toms

Got the tweeter beating when I blunt cruise

Two pay checks when I cop new shoes

Hook (Lunchbagg):

Cmon I'm the man

This my city my land

Shit goin down how I planned

Tastemaker, y'all shit bland

Y'all shit bland 4x