Chyea, ay, yuh, Lofty
Yeah, Metro Zu
Slikk on the beat, niggga

[Verse 1: Lofty 305]
Lofty, I'ma smoke a J
I'ma find a bitch, I'ma run the game
Hash block, hash block, bitch, pass it on
Take one hit after that a n***a gone
What I'm sipping on? A couple 32s
Get drunk, get high, vibe with the Zu
Step up in the club, Zu in that bitch
And these half stupid hoes can't handle their shit
No ID, but a n***a been faded
Hey bitch, that's my song playing
Yeah, that's right, I'm Lofty
All the hoes want a n***a like Lofty
I'ma hit the dance floor, I'ma break it down
Fruity kush in my pocket I'ma break it down
Bitch grinding on my dick I'ma break her down
And the ho bringing daddy all the fucking paper now, chyea

[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
It's Ruben Slikk your local neighborhood bean man
Jigging in this bitch with the X and the green man
On my vibe so you know I'm on that molly
Got them hoes on the tracks like their nose was a trolley
It's like an ollie when I make the ounce jump back
Let my Mrs. sip on the syrup like humpback
I'ma dump that Dutch on the dance floor
Sprinkle in the kush and I'm still smoking hash more
Than the average European and I'm seein'
That these hoes keep it sticking, getting ready for my semen
Bitches slide with a n***a when I'm leaving
But when I hit the sack switch 'em up like seasons
Yeah, what you know about quad stacks?
Went half with Ronnie on a hundred pack
Pills fat gotta put 'em on Atkins
Ran out of sacks serving trees in a napkin

[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks
[Verse 3: Mr. B]
Now I ain't playing pool but I stay with the sticks
And I'm just like a dog so call me Mike Vick
Suck this dick, what you mean bitch?
Me and Ruben Slikk yeah we 'bout to hit a lick
Base head clothes on my motherfucking back
Bitch yeah you know I'm a ma fucking mack
Chilling with the homies, axe on BJ
What you mean bitch? Yeah you finna give a BJ
Ah, to all of me and my homies
Bitch yeah you know you better act like you know me
Ah, Bugatti smashing
Yeah, that pussy, yeah, your boy B thrashing
Ah, and you know that she action
Sucking my dick give me mad satisfaction
Ah, bitch pay me my ration
Me and Lofty we stay bean mashin'

[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks
Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through
Catch a n***a outside sipping 32s
Fresh, hoes know I'm that
Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks