[Verse 1: Danny Brown] From the hood where them niggas pack fullys Turn an ounce of reg to a cutty Count money with a 10 deep flannel on SB's looking like they been painted on
Jeans fitting like they was made for me Your pants looking like, they was hand-me-downs from your Daddy Get at me, my fit worth a stacky I'm in a caddy getting head in the back seat
Rubbing on her yakki Then it start raining, when I start cumming So now I'm brainstorming, on how I'm gon' run it And y'all like fags, pussy you don't want it
Gosh darn it, got heat like furnace And I raise it like thermostat Rolling that Thundercat kush look like Panthro Heard you grab your ankles, take it in your manhole
That's so disgusting, I think I just threw up in my mouth Can somebody pass me a towel? A wetnap or something? Nigga is you fronting? I beat you in your face, now your head like a pumpkin
Jack-O-Lantern, I'm Danny Tanner Watching that white girl, you a dry jheri curl You worthless piece of shit Your baby mama begged me to suck my dick
And I ain't gon' let her, she look like Predator You a gay boy like David Archuleta Contra, where niggas pierce armor It's two niggas, two guns, blowing out your conscience
You see them chrome 44's, in this bitch with thirty men Y'all niggas know the code like..
[Verse 2: Elzhi] When I write y'all, I blackout like nightfall I'm never shitted on like that flight stall, that's quite small You wouldn't like me when I get gutter, it's the legit cutter And you ain't sharp enough to split butter
I stack riches, throwing niggas in black ditches You wack bitches, while you mixed up like when the track switches Hand on my nuts like my sac itches Looking like The Mack, hitting 'lac switches
Hiding guns in my Abercrombie With a dime piece, getting more brain than a zombie Times 3, Ladies Love Cool J I need a bitch with more class than a school day
I heard a fool say I wasn't in his top 3 Stepped off with a broke arm and a popped knee See me and Brown is no regular team We make the whole planet flip like Omega Supreme
Yeah, make 'em hype, yo I murder with this tight flow You a typo, plus you suck like lypo I keep bodies hid, fuck a John Gotti bid Talk money, then we can chop it up like the Karate Kid
But don't think I won't clap and merk 'em Infrared, beam 'em up, I will Captain Kirk 'em And turn 'em to a brainless dodo And break 'em both, legs one and two, like when Kane was solo
I'm snatching up his chains and Polo, the flow's fitted To pose with it in the strangest photo I'm bumping blue genie, if your stacks is too teeny First you see me, and then you don't like I'm Houdini, nigga