[Verse: Feature]
Yeah, Less
I said, ain't no party like a Limos party
Cause we don't party, we just get high
Call me Illy Madison specialize in killing pads and pens
Unfilling bags of piff, chilling on the rings of Saturn with
An above average bitch, interesting personality
I need what makes amateurs unbalanced just to balance me
I'm awkward, I'm ahead of the clockwork
Time into my schedule live it up then fitted fine
I've, beaten the game, I'm not on another level
I'm both god and the devil
Not thе fawn or the cattle, hello
Tеll your friends the L goes in, weed goes in
And roll them asses at the end go in t double o
Weed trappin' hoes with closed mindsets
I been selling more interest tho I'm less
Find me in the fucking MID west
I'm Elvis Presley plus the best weed
So liquor will leave my attitude its stuck up bitch
The smell of pussy stays up on my upper lip
Like the fever for the flavor of another spliff, reefer
Not underrated, unrated, don't tell your mother kids

[Verse: Ricky]
I'm kinda like Kurt in his prime
Model bitches waiting in a line
Just to sniff a line, let me take my time
Let me roll a dime, let me kick a rhyme
Drop the times
Then I lost my mind, like, yesterday
I was really gone away
Get them O's every day
They don't hear me any way
Low top kicks, smoking this shit til' I'm dead
Sour diesel, mescaline, you hearing what I said?
Motherfucker I, can't believe my high
Up like the black bird, look at Ricky fly
And the Backwood gimme Asian eyes
And I'm catered by, 85 grams
Ricky Hil, Limosa Affiliate
And I'm killing shit, bitch ain't you feeling it?
Ima get it, god willing kid, smoke a blunt, get rid of it quick
Didn't get a hit of it, shit, I'm iller to the bone limo killa
Stay with her she'll ride so I don't forget her (forget her)