[Intro: G.]
It's your boy, G
We're in the 330 at Brittainy Oaks
J-Smooth came out of retirement
To bring you the bars that are gonna take you to Mars
DJ Kusz spitting that real shit
Shmandy is on that candy
And my boy Dilly Dickson bout to spit the fire and flame
It's real, 2015
[Verse 1: Goon Baby]
Hahaha
Alright, I'll slay this
I mean like why not
Yup yup
22, not a place I can go
Feeling like I'm on the buildings
Looking down below
And I don't know who to turn to next
'Cause every time I'm looking out
It's like I'm breaking my neck
Yeah it's a cold world and the ground's even colder
Got some weight on my chest
It's like I'm wearing a boulder on my shoulders
Wish I could sleep at night
The night terrors never help this pain I'm feeling inside
So tell me what's good
You got that brand new Benz
Your mom and daddy probably bought you
When your birthday commence
Alright well that's nice
I'm happy you got money
When it's on the line this some shit you can't take from me
I got that pride son
So come and dance with me
'Cause Imma uptown funk you with the dumbest dougie
And let the beat drop
Let me go in cold
So I can show you Youngstown only going for gold
Yup
[Hook: Goon Baby, J-Smooth & Shmandarin]
You're never too old to drop a goddamn classic
Killing the track in every goddamn facet
216 or the 330
You carve it in your tombstone so at least they know
You're never too old to drop a goddamn classic
Killing the track in every goddamn facet
216 or the 330
You carve it in your tombstone so at least they know
Uh
[Verse 2: Shmandarin]
So you heard I'm back?
That's right
So listen to me now, I'm back in town
Imma take your girl's smile and leave you with a frown
You should treat her better, she ain't no clown
But now she's with me, she's going down
Not talking bout a ship
Not talking bout the party
After the fun my head's right where that heart be
No more talking shit, I'm a decent guy
Running around the 216
I'm never running dry
Serve it up early, got the eggs and ham
But I don't smoke the green, Sam I Am
Dr. Seuss on her ass 'cause she acting sus
The girls seem to love it when I eat their puss
Woah, hold up
Shut up or put up
It's my time now so let me fill your cup
With some coffee 'cause I know you're tired
Of hearing competition so let me get you wired
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J-Smooth]
Yo Smooth
This is on that pinch hit bottom of the 9th shit
Count on me
Smooth back again from a little hiatus
If you don't like the sound you can lick on my anus
Hut one, hut two, the sound of my cadence
So when the homies at the function
Know I roll up like Avis
Still living the struggle but I prosper
Fuck a copper
We eating five courses at Red Lobster
Foster all this talent from my father and my mother
And if you touch my beer
You catch the stone cold stunner
Heavy weight champ, first round draft pick
Denny's Grand Slam
Leave my number on the napkin
Ain't got no fame but I'm handsome
Eat a steak and hold your honey up for ransom
Fuck
I eat a sandwich and manage to do you
Track some damage
Then I buy us a round like Ted Danson
I look like Jessie from Full House, it's no doubt
'97 Gwen Stefani sleeping on my pull-out
[Hook]
[Outro: Dilly Dickson]
Dilly Dickson here
This track's on some Ron Fagert shit
Been all on time and shit
Never seen anything like this
It's like Ferguson on bath salts
It's serious just like Kuszmaul's career
It's deeper than Lisa Ann's vagina after a black guy
It echoes like 330