[Verse 1: Finn Foxell]
Like I'm in Dam, got the dank so I'm pissing it (Yeah I'm pissing it)
Yeah you see I'm the man, and she want dick, so I'm dicking it (Yeah I'm dicking it)
Like a weekly trip I go cop a load and then he flipping it (Yeah flipping it)
And he got a shout and he don't know shit so he dipping it (Dipping it)
Like putting roach in a backstrap then I'm ripping it (I'm ripping it, ripping it, ripping it)
It's a little coat, double henny I'm mixing it
Too many yout(h)s can't handle the juice so I'm sipping it (Sipping it)
Like so ill, like so ill I'm sick of it (Yeah I'm sick of it)
Yeah I'm sick of it (Yeah I'm sick of it)
[Verse 2: Lord Apex]
A and P, same with me, they rolling up
And they all bad, she's a looker, I'm holding up (Holding up)
We mature, you're premature, ain't old enough
You know what's up (You know that shit)
Cause I'm known for blunts (Known for blunts)
I toke it up, I smoke it up, I hold it in (You know that)
Like seven-four, I'm British [?] that juice and gin
No wedding ring, I could've spent it on a couple ounces (Couple ounces)
This a young god but I'm taking off so I'm steady counting (Steady counting)
You look stunning, I rolled a mountain, wait (Wait, uh)
Isn't it slacking, I got the packing, great (It's great)
Yeah friend rapping but you know it's a point hitting slate (You a fake boy)
I'm bent stacking, and I'm bout to up the rate (What you saying boy, wait)
[Bridge]
(Upping rates out here, in the fucking stock market, yeah feel me? Yeah feel me?)
[Verse 3: Finn Foxell]
They wanted music, and this sound got em' in ecstasy
Told, mummy I'ma do this, but they didn't get what it meant to me
Need the crisp cush like I'm Jewish, she a drunk ting acting foolish
Whip up a jaw of the recipe; to a master from a student
Like, that shit there what I'm meant to be, I'm still a grafter but I'm lucid
Take your view and then zoom it, you just gain some pride and then lose it, like
Frequencies they speak to me, I just take my time and then tune it (Ey)
Said I'll just take my time and just tune it
[Verse 4: Lord Apex]
(Yeah)
Cush smoke, yeah it's evil, got me feeling like a beetle
On point like a needle, I'll show you what the booty do
Back when you was brave as Scooby-Doo is, and now I'm smoking what the doobie do
You might see me in a movie too, heard I fucked a couple groupies too
Her bitch shining like a ruby do, monday, tuesday, used to get high
Wednesday, thursday used to get high, and even Friday I'ma get high
Now I'm barely tryna get by, little boy you better take time
Strange music like I'm Tech N9ne, now you thinking you gon' get mine
[Outro: Lord Apex & Finn Foxell]
You know who you look like?
You look like one them niggas that buy the pack and give it to they homie to roll
You's an imbecile, you disappoint me
Finn how you feel about this man? (It's a fuckery)
How you feel about these fuckerys going on man? (It's a fuckery)
You the type, you-kno what I mean
To just be around, cuz niggas is around, you don't even make music, you just be in the studio, you chillin' tho, you really cool and like
You know what I mean? You the type to be heavy on Instagram, but you ain't even got a job, man
Like why you on the ‘gram bro go read a book like you sayin like yo
You the type you ain't even writ on a piece of paper in like seven years, you know what I mean?
Like you've been clicking on your phone and shit, neck'd all fucked up, cause you keep looking down and shit (Haha)
Ayy, life problems my guy, look you the type to be on xans, you feel me, and you on lean and you got a gut belly, and you realise you gon' have it till you like forty, but you still tryna fuck these fine bitches but you fat now and shit (Ha)
You that type (Ha, hahahaha)
Look, let me get in my feelings (So rude man, you so rude)
