[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah...
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Smack lames, Versace frames cover my iris
Stay alert, never show my eyelids
I'm the livest
Provide bliss in baggies
Pushing 5 wagons and Caddies
See them banging chicks with fatties
We them bitches baby daddies
Probably, maybe
Oh shit, it could be possible
Y'all n***as couldn't see me
I'm a young optical obstacle
Gorilla bread, moving like a beast
Looking phenomenal
Hit 'em in they face with brakes, if not splash the abdominal
You might have seen me in a cardigan rocking a monocle
Grease my feet and leave the murder scene with every follicle
Diabolical
The drink is spiked with something soluble
Keep it hood, y'all n***as talking good
But then we follow through
Think about it
My n***as'll follow you then hollow you
That's word to what I rep
So show respect to what the dollar do
Hear us rhyme and see us shine
And then you'll see it's true
You faggots blew a tranny and you never owned a vehicle
Word...
[Bridge: Action Bronson]
(*coughs*) Yeah, I'm a fucking laid-back guy, man
I don't know why everybody wants to fucking have a problem
Guess when you going places man
You know how that go

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo
Chopping wood, sweater smelling like the fireplace
Look in a mirror, see a lion's face
Whip spicy like a Cayenne
You ain't tryna get this money, motherfucker
Well I am
Bitches from Thailand
Get turned to moo goo gai pan
Pumping voodoo, drinking Yoohoo
Shawty put the poodle when she doo-doo
You motherfuckers acting new-new
Put you in a tutu
Nobody even recognize the new you
Yeah, cut your dick, made a pussy with it
Bitch, I'm Ronnie Coleman, you a rookie with it
Queens to Brooklyn, shit it
Glenfiddich, neat
Or rather unique down to my feet
Linen shorts, set brown, stop right at the kneecap
I love this, but I don't need rap
Yo fuck your feedback
And suck my dick to the haters
That's why I whip the 5 wagon
Gators all flavors, bitch