(feat. OnCue)





Let me get my fresh on,

Next on deck.

I just breeze through easy,

I haven't stopped yet.

People give me damages

Of sign of respect for me.

Doin' my damn thing

Without breaking a sweat.



Look at me now,

I'm doing it,

That's word on my life.

Even this bummy ass white boy

Can clean up nice.

Button up on

Hat crooked to the right.

Don't gotta look in the mirror

'Cause I know that I'm tight.

Right?



I'm just here to have a hell of a night

And I'm ready to get twisted

Grab the L and a light.

I know this hip hop game's

Just a roll of the dice.

But I know that I'm nice,

That's why I'm holding the mic.



Flowin' precise,

Whoever knew this stoner could write?

And spit venom,

Get ready for the cobra to strike.

The end of the night,

Shit,

It ain't nowhere in sight.

So stay rockin' with your boy

'Cause the future look bright.



So we get down,

Bottles in the air,

Dutch full of the kush

And my people everywhere.

And we get down,

Swag on high,

Windows low,

Base bumpin' in the ride.

So we get down,

Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.

You want a good time?

The Webby as well.

So we get down,

Fill another cup.

'Cause we goin' from now

Till the sun come up.

What?



I get down

Like I never wanna get up.

I'll never let up,

But keep my head up,

Dead up,

Fed up,

But not having my bread up.

But still I'm going all in

Bitch

Put your bed up.



Shred up

Any track given to me.

It ain't hard for all my dogs

And my women to see

That I can't wait to be king

Simba's living in me.

So I'm a roll with it.

Kill 'em all subliminally.



Don't even try gettin' at me

It just ain't worth it.

'Cause I ain't never seen a mother fucker

Beat perfect.

Got my own title

And I damn sure heard

That ain't nothing I got now

I didn't deserve bitch.



My feet left the surface of Earth

'Cause I'm too fly

And I don't ever have to come down,

Do I?

Who I be,

W-E-double B-Y

Now who's fucking with me?



So we get down,

Bottles in the air,

Dutch full of the kush

And my people everywhere.

And we get down,

Swag on high,

Windows low,

Base bumpin' in the ride.

So we get down,

Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.

You want a good time?

The Webby as well.

So we get down,

Fill another cup.

'Cause we goin' from now

Till the sun come up.

What?



Get down,

Like your girl on her knees

And I got it in my car

When we shootin' a breeze

And I wish I can leave

The snow and the leaves

And see the palm trees,

Get blown by mommies.



And if y'all don't say

My dick's bigger than Tom Lee,

And I'm tryin' to get a piece

Like my name's Ghandi.

Got my own shake,

Ridin' behind me

My back seat's big enough

So get inside me.



I murder this rap shit,

Murder this rap shit.

Rollin' out the club like

Stuck in the trap bitch.

Tell all these dudes

Don't jack my tactics.

Bubby, I got you.

You don't got to ask it.



Just wipe 'em off

Like a god damn napkin.

Whatever

These dudes

Shouldn't even be rapping,

See,

Me and you gotta purpose.

They should be at Mickeys (McDonalds)

Flippin' up burgers.



So we get down,

Bottles in the air,

Dutch full of the kush

And my people everywhere.

And we get down,

Swag on high,

Windows low,

Base bumpin' in the ride.

So we get down,

Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.

You want a good time?

The Webby as well.

So we get down,

Fill another cup.

'Cause we goin' from now

Till the sun come up.

What?