[Intro: Dillmatic]
I-S-O, O
Indies, Indies, Indies
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Dillmatic]
So we goin' up a foreign on the weekend with some funds
And my friends gettin’ dined 'cause you know the time we on
Couple drinks and the spliffs
Grab the hookah, light it up
Got that sauce, got that drip
You know they gon' eat it up

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
Yeah, smokin’ Lemon Pound Cake, you bound to feel the ground shake
I'm on another sound wave
Top dawg like I'm Sound Wave
She look like an entrée
I'm more like a rare steak
Her body got a bottle shape
I told her, "Ride this tidal wave"
Paddy cake, now paddy cake, yeah, give your dog a bone
She got that ass for days, yeah, ass for days, I can't leave her alone, no
Paddy cake, yeah, paddy cake, yeah, give your dog a bone
She got that ass for days, yeah, ass for days, I can't leave her alone, no
[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Ayy, smokin' on that Pink Runtz
And we rollin' big blunts
We the double, no stunts
Fuckin’ with the wrong ones (Word)
Y’all don't really want none
’Cause a n***a on one
They think that I'm the calm one (I'm not)
Fuck y'all n***as on, son? (Fuck it)
Eatin’ couple wontons (Eat it)
Ashin' on my long John (Damn)
Shawty shake them pom-poms (She shake it)
She know she got that bon-bon
She pop it like some popcorn (Yurr)
Bon chicka bonbon (Uh-huh?)
She get it from her Mom, Mom (Damn)
Met that ass in Walmart

[Chorus: Dillmatic]
So we goin' up a foreign on the weekend with some funds
And my friends gettin' dined 'cause you know the time we on
Couple drinks and the spliffs
Grab a hookah, light it up
Got that sauce, got that drip
You know they gon' eat it up (Whoa, whoa)