[Chorus: Choo Jackson]
I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy)
One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy)
Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy, uh, go)
[Verse 1: Choo Jackson]
Oh Lord, please don't talk about my penmanship
We can talk about all the things that I did this year
I'm a wrestler, might hit you with the finisher
Tried to take my style, take it back, give it here
Little nigga, don't you ever try to tell me I ain't ready
Did you see my damn wrist? Pissed on R. Kelly
And a bad bitch here, put the dick up in her belly
And I'm walkin' round town, grill on like I'm Nelly (Coco)
Oh yeah, I can make it come down like confetti
No sense in gettin' mad 'cause you peanut butter jealous
Put a ho on a flight, I'ma send her straight to Dallas
If she disrespect me, I'ma cut her like a mullet, ayy (Cut her off)
Remember, got a crown and it's all day (All day)
And we run the town, what ya gon' say? (Gon' say)
Car lookin' butter, yeah, that's Parkay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up in this butter, yeah, that's parkin'
[Chorus: Choo Jackson]
I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy)
One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy)
Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah
Hear the flow takin' off like all her clothes before we fuck
Eyes have opened up like Folgers caps
I woke up, found the dope and rolled a blunt
Ain't sober much, I'm stoned as fuck
Smokin' drugs so blunted, the flow cold-blooded
But I know what it's like, broke, no money
No hundreds, no twenties, low budget, so hungry
You don't wanna be a nobody
Okay, most of the time, my head is close to the line
Of blowin' up, like shakin' up soda
Fall into a coma on the sofa
Rise from the sun, throw up and roll okra
Yessir, when the goin' get tough, guess what?
You fold up like yoga, well, you know, uh
Boss, you know that don't ya? Yoda
Work on the road, you drove a Toyota Corolla
And you stay below the, speed limit, yeah
Geniuses
I'm on the Beatle shit, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"
Go to Boca Raton, Florida
Slow up, why don't ya?
Lay low, stay close to the ground, king cobra
Boa constricted, restrictions
Tryin' to get quicker with decisions
Why do I need to get lifted?
I'm too unstable, keep your distance, yeah
Yeah, they say, "Why don't ya grow up, what's the hold up?
We know you're faded
Show up late with no idea what the fuck you're doin' here" (Okay)
"Do you have a license to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt)
"Do you have the paperwork to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt)
"Yeah, you walk around like you're clueless
Your head is in the clouds, you actin' stupid"
I got nothin' to do with this bullshit
[Outro: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay
You drivin' slower
You smell the weed smoke aroma when I'm comin' over
It's fuckin' seven in the mornin'
Time to go the fuck home and
Go to sleep, maybe make some food
