[Intro: May Rock]
It’s the unit
Think we ain’t got bars? Yeah, bet
Marg, get em

[Verse 1: Margiathon]
Heard she was a snake but I'm still chasing that forbidden fruit
If the cops show up then you know we shouting hootie hoo
Nasty, eat her ass in the morning call it booty loops
Then I pack a bowl of Lucky Charms and light it through and through
Call me Kobe, I ain't fucking passing it
Acting a fool, with my crew, bitch you know we shaqing it
I been around enough to know that bitches yeah they come and they go
But when I'm horny my girl Mary Jane she never says no
I'm not hitting raw, grab a Trojan and a backwood
Hoe that ass good, but I notice that you lack wood, and I got it
You can play pool in my pockets
Grab the condom out my wallet, then I give her hard dick
She say that I'm cold but she’s Arctic
I'm only this way to bloodsuckers cause I'm garlic, and you garbage
And I'm fresher than orbit, you know I stay on Mars bitch
Catch me in the backseat fucking Nicki in a starship

[Verse 2: Zackwoods]
Porked that bitch real quick
Hit her with the motherfucking “Bitch I’m bout to hit a lick”
On your house, posted up on your couch
Bitch wear a blouse, pull that shit up, then I pork her, I’m from down south
Real fucking quick and I nutted on her lip, come back around said “Is she 26?”
I’m like, “I’m 17 but I just motherfucking wrecked your shit, and I porked your shit”
And I’m bout to fuck your friends, so give me their numbers
Your daddy drives a Benz, while I’m bout to hit a lick on that shit, real quick
Then drive it back to your crib, all motherfucking smashed out
Cause I be mad drunk off percs, off xans, off lean
Motherfucking crazy, I’m a fucking drug fiend
Smoking motherfucking backwoods all day, fuck around and fucking spray
[Verse 3: May Rock]
Yiggity yuh, uh, and I won't stop til I reach Christ conscious
I'm predicting the future like the magic conch is
Yeah I'm convict, yes I'm a criminal
Trying to critique these raps is just so inexplicable
I'm bout to nut, like I'm thinking with my genitals
Bars like no other yeah my shit is so original
You should be listening to every single syllable
So when you see me bitch, salute me like the general
Yeah I'm cookin these raps up like a skillet
If money talks, then I hear about a milli
I got this new bitch, yeah she speak another language
Doing 100 on the highway while I lane switch
After all this I figure that I know one thing
It's just that anything is better than that 1 train
I spent four years of my life searching for that big ring
Like what Syd uses when she fucks that 20-year old thing, Rock bitch

[Verse 4: Action]
My shit flow harder than a tidal wave
Hoes and Rolexes giving me the time of day
Can’t do it man, I’m always gonna find a way
My shit keep getting hotter like it’s in the microwave, uh
Man I’m hot right now, even Hot 97 should’ve thought by now
That I’m the next freestyler at the block in town
I walk in loud, spit a verse and take a bow
Using grass like it’s barley and wheat
Dudes crying over bitches, Marley and Me
Living in a new place, Airbnb
Getting dome in Texas, man, AT&T
We speeding through life you ain’t gotta wait for us
I ain’t sing the hook, I don’t take chorus
Eyes were closed but, you know I stop snoring
Gump was asleep, and I had to Wake Forest
Honor roll, so my school can’t have me expelled
I can film, write, and act, but at rap I accel
Man these other rappers, man, they in trouble, can’t tell
How the hell these dudes ain’t put me on XXL, man
Can we make this fucking shit go hard?
My report card got more A’s than an aardvark
Real talk, I should’ve applied to Harvard
No, I should’ve dropped out and built a house out of cardboard
[Verse 5: Icon]
Check it, uh, gotta get me a nice bitch with all the fixings
Tight pussy, round ass, perky tits
With a rich daddy for me to hit a lick when he hits a casket
I score a dime bitch like Steph Curry scores a basket
I’m an asshole but to get girls gotta masque it
One drink and she know, she gon’ smash me
I fuck her so good, she’ll turn into an elastic
She don’t want no other dick, I guess I got last licks
But I don’t want no wife, so I’m running from this clingy bitch
I know I look fresh as fuck in my name brand kicks
Shout out Nikki Benz, hey baby I question
Will you be my plus one to the master bedroom?
I make that shit look easy, when I hook up to my PC
Throw on my Beats, record, and maybe I’ll end up on TV
I’m top heavy, cause my fucking dick’s so big
I gotta stay steady when I’m tryna pull trig, I’m bitch

[Verse 6: Clog]
Wow, he on probation he still sipping lean and every whip I’m riding clean
Yeah I’m talking bout the Chevy, or… oh my god
Tryna put my dick in her belly, gas in the fucking blunt till you smell me
I’m from the 401, with the fucking Draco
You heard my case closed and my lawyer wasn’t even Jewish
Come a long way from smoking out the pipe smelling sewage
So vanishing, I’m still eating steak sandwiches
And I’m stoned, not moving like a mannequin
I’m hammering some ambiance, so someone call an ambulance
Two Draco Malfoy’s and I’m on the percocet
If you think Zack won’t spray, then you not smart
He about to turn your whole face to a Pop Tart
Catch a case got bail money, court money, all that
Posted with the plug stoned, playing Mortal Kombat
5k for lawyers and you tell me don’t smoke
Your bitch sucking dick, I make that hoe choke
If Zenga got money on the phone
Now my bitch I’m on the xans, so I still bone
In seventh grade Soulja Boy was my fucking ringtone
(Laughs) fuck you, bitch
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
I like that, I like that