作词 : Alexander Gumuchian/Matthew Hauri/Spark Master Tape
 作曲 : Garreth Taylor Hartnell
Hey man
The **** you mean you ain't heard no shit
I got the drip drop icy hot wrist that's a ice pack (Uh)
Think I'm Tim Horton with the Ice Cap
I used to get caught up with all these thots (Forgot 'em)
I never second guess I shoot my shot (I got 'em)
It's funny how I never check my watch (Still got 'em)
Problems without baby gravy we just (Solve 'em)
He ain't got the loud pack tell that boy speak up (Speak up)
New side ***** short 'n' stout like a tea cup (Tea cup)
I might get myself some fake **** get some D-cups (Ayy)
Just so I can flex on my ex she got C-cups
Check the patterns, we keep goin' bananas
I see you nanners slippin'
Watch the blue shell do some damage
We in da back (****)
We passin 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 yeah now we in the front (So I)
Spent a big check on a car
Yeah I would if I could (Yeah)
Everything I make is hard
You will like it cause its good (Yeah)
Shawty you better be playin'
Sorry you misunderstood (Yeah)
Baby what the **** you sayin'
Nothing good rhymes with good
I could take a piss on a drum and the song would go dumb
Anesthesiolo-wrist make ya dick go numb
Get a freezie with ya bitch, buddy you could be my son
Yo momma lookin' like a fee-fi-fo-fum-head-ass-mother****er
What's for supper
She must think that I'm a sucker
I stumble when I mumble, I look lazy, yeah
I'm in the Bay with Baby Gravyi feelin' hazy, yeah
I'm finna get paid with the Paper Gang we going krazy, yeah
I'm 'bout to get laid with a ***** that cook that swoup up daily, yeah
I'm in the Cadillac, ****ing on
Chicken soup the dinner song
Thick as fog, ****ing leg, lookin' like a kricket dogg
Kill em off, whip it off, chillin' like a villain dog
Built a bong, out of aluminum and a cinnabon
And ya'll ain't want no smoke with the clique, nah
Lose your gold rope to my dick, yeah
Tape and the name been the same
Never fell off, on the way to a boat with them fellas
It's on the gang