Lawns

[Intro: Kirk Knight, Joey Bada$$, & Chuck Strangers] One, one, yo Super Helpful, man, we tryna get down PE, man, we try to get down (Yo, yo, yo) Kirk Knight, tryna get down (Yo, yo, yo) My nigga Kwame man he tryna get down (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo) Bannon he trying to get down (Yo, yo, yo, yo,) My nigga Chuck, man, he tryna get down (Yo dawg, like) Uh, yeah, we try to get down My nigga Joey Bad, tryna get down (Mic check, mic, two) My nigga Ala $ole, yeah, he tryna get down Ahem Pat's tryna get down too *laughter* (That’s fucked up) Uh [Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] Rumor has it is you trying to get down I call up some of my boys and we come through to your town Hope your friends look good, my boys got high standard They dialect is improper, heard your daddy mad rich He won't mind cause we bargain shoppers Turn style hoppers, my dick bigger than the operas Yo, she ain't opposed tonight she want to juxtapose it White girl doin black girl poses She came into my crib, its like half smoke zip, a keyboard, a condom box It's like two of them missing, bitch Thats how it is when you fucking with musicians Time ain't doing shit but ticking, it's in your best interest to lick it Steady trying to get chose, see how hard we ball? We just draft pickin’ these hoes put the jamie in the freezer Do the same thing to my flows, I got two papes thats two spliffs Add two bong rips and thats all to the face for my day take— Aw shit [Break: Joey Badass] Yeah, I feel you, bro these hoes is wicked, pack up an O and zip it We gon roll it up and twist it, we get lifted [Verse 2: Joey Badass] At the moonlight, cue the time Set the mood for the rhyme, I was looking for a pharmaceutical to find To get me right with the Gods I roll that shit as tight as a cigar Q-Tip, Phife, for the pa, left the garage, hopped up on the iron horse Eyeing whores been eyeing for a minute Its fucked up, I didn't meant to say so blatant But right now my head just ain't in the right placement I’m looking for a dealer with the dankest to put me high As the space is, while I'm in the basement, so, yo, don't say shit I know its past visiting hours, but can I get a lick of that sour? You see, I really had a bad day, I can't think of a better way to finish it than rolling a J So what do you say? I know you told me to not see you where you rest at But yo, you got the best pack, you gotta respect that Plus I hit you with a text right before I came So, get that eighth and we'll be straight [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight, Chuck Strangers] Woo ha!, Give me this, give me that Joey Bada$$ on the rap attack Woo ha! (Yo!) I'm done talking with ya, started running this shit when I walked the pitcher (Oh my god!) Woo ha! Give me this, give me that, give me that, bring it back, with the rap Cause you know I like that Woo ha! If you hear me one more time up in the sky Just scream out high, Woo ha! [Verse 4: Kwame] Bannon, bring it back in, when I ascend Everytime I speak it's like I'm trippling my assets Sadly for the moment still cashless Chase can attest, but still got these indie hipster stoner girls all on me Chuck forewarned me, fuck it, a nigga still horny Plus the type to have a razor split the spliff and lick it Keep her roach clips, but don't mess up her acrylics and they ain't— One more time [Outro: Chuck Strangers] Uh, you tryna front on the crew You tryna front on the crew I’m like, “Bitch, who you?” You tryna front on the crew *laughter* I ain't even playing with you niggas now Oh my god! Yeah, Pro Era, nigga, what the fuck ay I— I— I— Ay— Ay— Ay! Ay! Woo ha!!