Released on April 25, 2014

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[Hook: Via Streets]

Swisher fulla grams

Serving fecal in a can

I rock out, I think I'm gnarly

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[Verse 1: Rardy]

Look

All I do is smoke, all I do party

Swag surfed yo bitch, all I told her gnarly

Silent g, long hair, blaze like Marley

Niggas be thinking they boss, but they really employee

I ball on your ass in the finals, average 40, Jordan on Barkley

Don't buy they game, they lame, it's sampled, Stevie on Cosby

A touch of wonder, I'm gifted, lifted, you kids belong in car seat

You just a small town bitch tryna escape, Varsity Blues Darcy

I hate when you niggas be rapping I just drown ya voice out my head and listen to beat

I'm thinkin' I'm already going platinum if I grab every track for the cd from my nigga Via Streets

They told me the flow that I'm spitting, is like God talking to Moses, so I wrote the shit stoned

Pimps like us take over shit, PLUTOS, a bitch is a female dog they just wanna bone, they do

My niggas is here, I brought the whole crew, what you tryna get into?

Sex on the beach while it's raining, I promise some shit you ain't use to

I'm changing the game, just stay in your lane, if you hating it ain't meant for you

We crashing the web like Sam and iCarly so you should get used to dude


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Dige]

Party hardy, me and Rardy, we be going in

I got that fix yo face shit, call that Collagen

Cocaine on her ass, Cognac on her navel

I treat your main girl, like my coffee table, uh

We be rocking while you sleeping, please believe that we holding shit down

Clown bozos with the fam out the pound, by the gram, next thing I be snoozing on the ground

What's that sound, oh yeah, that's work, in the studio, no shoes, no shirt

Baby there's no problems, we just mobbing, maybe did it wrong but I coulda done worst

I'm just finding my stride, living my life by the day, can't give a fuck what you say

We just chopping the samples, then rocking them beats and then knocking them boots into next week

Ain't nothing sweet in my game, you could do it too but it wouldn't be the same

We just posted in the rain, now soak it up, grab a red cup then fill that up

I'm leaning off green, no dirty sprite, see a pretty lady, aye, what that smell like

I'm just clowning out with my set, he could get you wet, I got you drowning

Surf that wave, I'm radical, gnarly, drink and smoke, I'm sober hardly

Hit your line like where's that party, get more play than iCarly


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Via Streets]

Numbers game, I think they need a comma

Wheat bread, egg, cheese, bologna

I'm Kakrot, and this is Buu Saga

A insider, suga water

I got pornstar contenders and backside booty benders

Zumba, LA Fitness and Gold Gym members

Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Parker I need a training partner

And drive her like a Chevrolet, I need somewhere to park her

Drinking beers at 3:30 in the morning

Vamping, vaporizing, lame bitches boring

Gargoyles, spooge on hard boil

Gargamel snatching Smurf bitches on our soil

I been rap, since kick flip on Kamikaze

I been sick, since TB, I'm Rob Zombie

Name my bitches Carmex, they love to lip bomb me

I rock out, I'm laced in, you can't slip knot me