Feat. Mike G
Verse 1 Hodgy Beats
Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
Bitch Im making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor
My beat wake the block up like Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors
They call the po-po, Im cocking back the fo-fo
The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescence
Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments
And I go so hard, thats why your bitch keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
2010, bitch we get it in
Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins
Doobies in Jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties
Im a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies
Hook Mike G
I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos
It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps
Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
Know they fear me Im a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling
Im on the corner for you, judge me Ill destroy your lawyer
Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow ones to Hype to bore you
Verse 2 Hodgy Beats
Girl you so sour but youre sweet like candy
Lets fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
Balling like Camby, organic like cran be
Glass house on a beach for when I want to get sandy
Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
I take a strike in L.A. Lights like Im dodging with Manny
Girls drop them panties, even their aunties… no grannies
Grandma, Im leaking on the beat like a tampon
Fool, Im spitting til my whole Odd Future camps on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
I got the hood with me, Im the nigga with the power
Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin Zannies
Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family
Hook
Verse 3 Mike G
I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
But my confidence brim, that means theres none after this
This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict
Im fucking sick, theres no resolution to this conflict
Well, death might be one
But theres no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come
Im a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
Theyre confused, scratch their heads like theres fucking lice in it
Party hard, man its Golden, have them hands foldin
Mellow keep it rollin, thats how we stay Loaded
Like them fo-fos, they stay in them four-doors
Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeos
And Volvos, because they fuck with lame niggas
They aint learn? Hatin niggas wont make your chain bigger
Youre comedy to me and crowds flee when your shits on
You get fake applause like a TV sitcom