[Intro: Frak & G-Eazy]
There only can only be one Bay Area boy in these parts
There can only be one (Yeesh)
[Verse 1: G-Eazy & Frak]
Like its recess, giving heat checks, playing four square
But it's not a game, this is bar for bar warfare
If I’m there, chances are it's probably hoes there
Look y'all, it’s two goats going back and forth there
Couple of goats without a shepherd or a Lord's Prayer
Out of nowhere, you off air like Colbert
I'm a real person, you still searchin' like Roy Ayers
We in your hеad rent free like the Nеw York mayor
You don't wanna go bar for bar or go back to back
With the man who wears black on black
I go chain for chain, go plaque for plaque
I got three diamond records, 'kay now let me pass it back to Frak
Oh shit, let me buckle my belt
Second most sellin' white rapper meets five hundred twelfth
Buffalo Bill, mind reader, leave 'em under a spell
The first medium you seen in the double XL
[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Pretty girls can’t seem to keep their eyes off him
Vampire, just hopped out of my coffin
Turn my swag on, lit up, I get high often
I’m Batman around here, this is my Gotham
[Verse 2: G-Eazy & Frak]
Wai—, wai—, wait, what that make me?
Guess that I'm Robin
Oowee, I’m in a blue beam, I'm skywalkin'
Gerald in a red beam, like he's cyclopsed ’em
Bitch we in cruise control like scientologists
Look around, who the fuck you got surroundin' y'all?
Wonder why we look down on y'all, why we clownin' y'all
They believe in me, no doubts at all
Keep stackin' 'til the money tall as Pau Gasol
That means your brother is a Marc, you can carry on
Or you can take a walk in the Bay like Barry Bonds
Farrah Fawcett in some Ferragamo, she was very fine
Saw her getting smoothies in L.A.. guess she knows Erewhon
Please steer clear of this, don't come near to this
Can't wait to clash, I don't have an ounce of fear in this
Is that two legends? Is it two lyricists?
Or two drunk white boys like "Uhh, who's beer is this?"
That's my beer buddy, you're on thin ice pal
Like a fish fry, you getting cooked, skin side down (yeesh)
The weed louder than the actions that I speak
I'm the Allen Iverson of tryna practice what I preach
Listen, this is my beat, you not finna cook me
Looky-looky, I got hooky
You're supposed to be the final boss
You're supopsed to be the rookie
Don't you know it's a quarter million dollars just to book me for a show
You flexin' on me, why you being G-difficult?
'Cause you'll pay your rent for years from what you'll make from these residuals
Okay give me the loot with the devil blowing an L
I partied with G-Eazy, I'm definitely going to hell
[Outro]
Dam-didam-didam-dido
Where did she come from, where did she go
Still hoppin' out, slammin' kettle like those
Those'll be hoes, easy come, easy go
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