[Verse: Sack Jack & Twisty Tip]
You ain't seen nobody fresher than me
Fresher than we, we apply the pressure with ease, okay
A grand don't come free, yes it is me
Starch on my dickies and I got my socks to my knees
And I got smelly ass feet, I got crops of that weed
Call up my grandmama and tell her that we finna eat
Now I got food on my plate, juicy steak, dinner plate
I got something in my trunk, when I hit the inner state
Oh fuck, I forgot how to drive but I'm going 95
And I got like 20 police cars right behind me
All because, I got buzz, I'm a now, you a was
What you is, is a scrub, you ain't pals with me bub
Ah fudge with the crud I've got poopie in my drugs
Everytime I hit the bud, I taste dookie in my lungs
Oh man, I used to smoke out of a can
But now that I'm older, I use a steamroller
Rollin' like a train, finna bring the pain
Fuck what you talkin' bout mane, I don't give a dang
Finna get up on a damn plane on this plain fall in love with a beautiful woman
I got nuts, baby big ones, generate the big funds
On my table big coke, in my closet big guns
In my cup is Big Blue - remember that rare old ass soda that you used to buy when you were like two?
Oh shit, terrible twos, taco Tues, drippin' like ooze
Wake up to hit the snooze, call up Kill, what's the move
Let's go get some caffeine Dylan, I've been feeling kinda tired
We should go get 10 espresso shots from the damn bean supplier
You sir, are not welcome here
There is a hater in my midst, I do declare
We some pros, in them videos, with them skinny hoes
And them big hoes, you know, we kill all who oppose