[Intro: Kirk Knight, Joey Bada$$, & Chuck Strangers]

One, one, yo

Super Helpful, man, we tryna get down

PE, man, we try to get down (Yo, yo, yo)

Kirk Knight, tryna get down (Yo, yo, yo)

My nigga Kwame, man, he tryna get down (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

Bannon, he tryna get down (Yo, yo, yo, yo,)

My nigga Chuck, man, he tryna get down (Yo dawg, mic)

Uh, yeah, we try to get down

My nigga Joey Bad, man, he tryna get down (Mic check, mic, two)

And we tryna get down

My nigga A La $ole, yeah, he tryna get down

Ahem

Pat's tryna get down too

*laughter*

(That’s fucked up)

Uh

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]

Rumor has it is you trying to get down

I call up some of my boys, and we come through to your town

I hope your friends look good, my boys got high standards

They dialect is improper, heard your daddy mad rich

He won't mind cause we bargain shoppers, turnstile hoppers

My dick bigger than the operas

Yo, she ain't opposed tonight she want to juxtapose it

White girl doin black girl poses

She came into my crib, its like half smoke zip, a keyboard, a condom box

It's like two of them missing, bitch

Thats how it is when you fucking with musicians

Time ain't doing shit but ticking, it's in your best interest to lick it

Steady trying to get chose, see how hard we ball?

We just draft pickin’ these hoes put the jamie in the freezer

Do the same thing to my flows, I got two papes, that’s two spliffs

Add two bong rips, and thats all to the face for my day take—

Aw shit

[Break: Joey Bada$$]

Yeah, I feel you, bro these hoes is wicked, pack up an O and zip it

We gon roll it up and twist it

We get lifted

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

At the moonlight, cue the time

Set the mood for the rhyme, I was looking for a pharmaceutical to find

To get me right with the Gods

I roll that shit as tight as a cigar

Q-Tip, Phife, for the pa, left the garage, hopped up on the iron horse

Eyeing whores been eyeing for a minute

Its fucked up, I didn't meant to say so blatant

But right now my head just ain't in the right placement

I’m looking for a dealer with the dankest to put me high

As the fucking spaces while I'm in the basement, so, yo, don't say shit

I know its past visiting hours, but can I get a lick of that sour?

You see, I really had a bad day, I can't think of a better way to finish it than rolling a J, so what do you say?

I know you told me to not see you where you rest at

But yo, you got the best pack, so you gotta respect that

Plus I hit you with a text right before I came

So, get that eighth and we'll be straight

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight, Chuck Strangers]

Woo ha!, give me this, give me that

Joey Bada$$ on the rap attack *barking*

Woo ha!!(Yeah!)

(Yo!) I'm done talking with ya, started running this shit when I walked the pitcher (Oh my god!)

Woo ha!

Give me this, give me that, give me that, bring it back, with the rap

Cause you know I like that

Woo ha!!

If you hear me one more time up in the sky

Just scream out high, Woo ha!!

[Verse 4: Kwame]

Bannon, bring it back in, when I ascend

Everytime I speak it's like I'm trippling my assets

Sadly for the moment still cashless

Chase can attest, but still got these indie hipster stoner girls all on me

Chuck forewarned me, fuck it, a nigga still horny

Plus the type to have a razor split the spliff and lick it

Keep her roach clips, but don't mess up her acrylics and they ain't—

One more time

[Outro: Chuck Strangers]

Uh, you tryna front on the crew

You tryna front on the crew

I’m like, “Bitch, who you?”

You tryna front on the crew

*laughter*

I ain't even playing with you niggas now

Oh my god!

Yeah, Pro Era, nigga, what the fuck—

I— I— I— I— Ay— Ay— Ay!

Ay!

Woo ha!!