[Intro]
Wait
Alright

[Verse 1]
Sorry, I don't give a fuck about no college shit
They couldn't keep me in that bitch with a scholarship
I would've been the Dali Lama or like Don Lemon
But I'm Dicaprio, digging my inner Bart Simpson
The bitch fun, I'm breath smelling and toe sniffing
I just look at you like you art, I cry books of garth
I know that she'll prolly leave and break my achy breaky heart
But I don't care 'cause I don't need that organ
Probably find that shit again when I have me a daughter
But with my karma, I probably have forty four of them
One son, little runt son, Japanese mom, Beyoncé
But if you jump dumb, I turn your ass to Willy Lump Lump
Left silly slumped, rap game, Willy Wonka
Need a ticket or a sponsor, I'm just coming through your monitors
Sitting in your kitchen while your mom in her pajamas
Making eggs for your brother and your father, go to school now
Gym locker room, little buddy got the tool
We ain't telling, shit's cool 'til he busting at you
I was just thinking I could die or get some dust on my shoes from running
But these my faves, I should walk the other way
See, me and God had a long talk the other day
He just told me some jokes and told me I could lead the way
Told me I could make a change but that's all I gotta say, really
[Chorus]
Been a long day, smoke until my head hurt
Running all the way, putting in the leg work
Rolling up the paper, take a shot of Jager
Shawty wan me swam in the pussy like a sailor
Shorty from Chicago, she love O'Block
Hop out the car, smoking out the whole block
Tryna pull me over, we don't fuck with no cops
We don't stop, we don't fuck with roadblocks

[Interlude: Sample]
Could you not talk with your mouth full?
Excuse me?
You're making me sick, I'm gonna throw up
Oh, okay, Dad
Sure thing, Dad

[Verse 2]
Baby got the ass like SZA
Long ass hair, I wanna beat like the RZA
She just want joke like the Riddler
But if I puzzle this little picture
She probably end up with dick near her appendix
Ooh, splendid, now I gotta buy her shiny shit
Dyslexic, she tryna do the 96
Wanna come to a G spot, bitch? Find this shit
Tryna tell me you the bomb, like all mine and shit
I been all across the world on my grindin' shit
Sticky bud in my grinder, you can't grind this shit
Suck a dick on your Insta and Vine but it's words you want
And I promise, I ain't got the dime
Look at God while you crying
I ain't dying for a record to sell
Beef not getting the money
So it's selfish as hell to the squad
Anyways, if I was there, I never could fail
'Cause JID major childish, Petty Labelle
Squeaky voice, but the flow hold steady as hell
My wordplay wordly and I ate the gazelle
The other day and the girl, her name was Giselle
It was easy as hell, she was a jezebel
Yeah, uh
I go an split a short with my shorty
Little tired, she been riding, Kentucky Derby
Little God bless this strong and hold it sturdy
Hold that shit down I don't wanna catch a murdy
Ovua, merci
I never been in a Testarossa
But I throw this dick like Testaverde
All of them heard me
JID so nouny and verby
Talking about pussy pounding and slurping, wait
[Chorus]
Been a long day, smoke until my head hurt
Running all the way, putting in the leg work
Rolling up the paper, take a shot of Jager
Shawty wan me swam in the pussy like a sailor
Shorty from Chicago, she love O'Block
Hop out the car, smoking out the whole block
Tryna pull me over, we don't fuck with no cops
We don't stop, we don't fuck with roadblocks

[Outro]
We don't fuck with roadblocks
Nah, we don't fuck with roadblocks
We don't fuck with roadblocks
Man, hold up