[Intro]
She wanna know where I'm at, I said bitch don't act
I stuck my USB cord inside your Mac, relax
She wanna know where I'm at, I said bitch don't act
I stuck my USB cord inside your Mac, relax

[Verse 1]
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Youngins'll run up and get ya
I cut my teeth in the dungeon
Yo help me bust up this swisher
It's like I'm M.C. Escher, you the skull in my eye
But when I see you, I bet you nothing can fuck up this high
You said my government ma, don't say my government ma
These pussy n***as running background checks on the god
I tell my girl one thing, you a beautiful child
Now if you love me make it rain, ain’t no basura allowed
Might go bullshit lames, but don't bullshit G's
I need some Gore-Tex Timbs, brains, and a new whip please

[Chorus x2]
Skin to skin, I grip limbs and things
Spread appendages, then get in the wind
I like my honey dark
I like my honey light
I like my honey smart, with no make up
Soft and nice

[Verse 2]
Ha ha, waving steezes, ma
Used to stash crack in your tits, don't lie
Now make me see it, my vernacular rich
Multi, I may be leaning got the spatula flip
Oh ba, my baby grieving
I may be leaving
On the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Clacking and squeezing
Backpacking and sweeping
Wrap a package, stash a pack in, a pad in them sneakers
Got the bags and the creases
Bally sneakers with weed
I fashion they fashionistas
Bally bitches believe
N***as do it for the thots
See me, I do it for gwop
Gwalla, whatever you call it, dollar, pursue it a lot
I got the bags and the creases
Bally sneakers with weed
I fashion they fashionistas
Bally bitches believe
N***as do it for the thots
See me, I do it for gwop
Gwalla, whatever you call it, dollar, pursue it-

[Chorus x2]
Skin to skin, I grip limbs and things
Spread appendages, then get in the wind
I like my honey dark
I like my honey light
I like my honey smart, with no make up
Soft and nice

[Verse 3]
Girl, the winner never remembers shit
The loser remember every L and develop it
Maneuver the wins, so what the hell I surrender shit
'78, the '81, the '77, the '85
With plenty drums and expensive rhythm gettin' me by
Friendly hugs, and pretended kisses giving me hives
(I'm allergic to bullshit)
I'm allergic to bullshit