[Hook]
Look at me, don't stack me like a prostitute
Park my tool, attack the minty peekaboo
Picking sticks up off the lowest truth
Fixing jiggys, pull up to the zoo all this ice Mechanics you know who

[Verse 1]
All these fucking boys don't know how to fucking smoke
They choke on smoke like they next to burning oak
Might tote and blow, but Jiggy keeping my goal
Titty hanging low-low, dragging all over the floor

All over the floor, milky really
I think she wanna meet Willy the biggest motherfucker he not guilty
Open up a whiskey, another chuckle miss me, uh
Baby can you kiss me 'cus my vision kinda misty

Yoga makes you twisty, Rocky fucking pretty
Flock a pack fifty, I free a nine to my sixty
Tracks under the carpet, a matte color so flawless
My car and eastern goddess, they brown and very modest

[Hook]
Look at me, don't stack me like a prostitute
Park my tool, attack the minty peekaboo
Picking sticks up off the lowest truth
Fixing jiggys, pull up to the zoo all this ice Mechanics you know who

My teeth be gummy 'cuz my blood is blue, alien
You say my Sega play, hm-hm, say again
I stay proper Paul style real people come again
Real people kom igen, real people inte män (Young Hannes)

Young edge broke my fucking fridge
No way, we gon' build a bridge
I ditch a smirk, just to see the ridge
I'm getting deep with these lyrics, you can not untie this fringe
My fringe me ghost infected packed a K.E.M strike
My badger wants honey I'm quiet tip-toe ask Mike
Tabac the rescue-snowy winds so my mask white
Popping tags my ghillie keep me out the line of sight

Hundred dog bill, it's a sign from the 9
Back on top, liberty built my shrine ay
Maxed out the dead, almost bust my spine
Two-hundred then I flex and jump in the design (design)