[Verse: Feature]

Yeah, Less

I said, ain't no party like a Limos party

Cause we don't party, we just get high

Call me Illy Madison specialize in killing pads and pens

Unfilling bags of piff, chilling on the rings of Saturn with

An above average bitch, interesting personality

I need what makes amateurs unbalanced just to balance me

I'm awkward, I'm ahead of the clockwork

Time into my schedule live it up then fitted fine

I've, beaten the game, I'm not on another level

I'm both god and the devil

Not thе fawn or the cattle, hello

Tеll your friends the L goes in, weed goes in

And roll them asses at the end go in t double o

Weed trappin' hoes with closed mindsets

I been selling more interest tho I'm less

Find me in the fucking MID west

I'm Elvis Presley plus the best weed

So liquor will leave my attitude its stuck up bitch

The smell of pussy stays up on my upper lip

Like the fever for the flavor of another spliff, reefer

Not underrated, unrated, don't tell your mother kids

[Verse: Ricky]

I'm kinda like Kurt in his prime

Model bitches waiting in a line

Just to sniff a line, let me take my time

Let me roll a dime, let me kick a rhyme

Drop the times

Then I lost my mind, like, yesterday

I was really gone away

Get them O's every day

They don't hear me any way

Low top kicks, smoking this shit til' I'm dead

Sour diesel, mescaline, you hearing what I said?

Motherfucker I, can't believe my high

Up like the black bird, look at Ricky fly

And the Backwood gimme Asian eyes

And I'm catered by, 85 grams

Ricky Hil, Limosa Affiliate

And I'm killing shit, bitch ain't you feeling it?

Ima get it, god willing kid, smoke a blunt, get rid of it quick

Didn't get a hit of it, shit, I'm iller to the bone limo killa

Stay with her she'll ride so I don't forget her (forget her)