Teeth deep in disbelief
A bunch of people peep the pose
We got pros, we got cons on the road
On patrol, we leave heater bombs on they toes
Welcome to the village where my river runs Nia Long
High ceilings, bong rippin′, white feelings
Technician, hype dealings
I cracked my window seal and
She cracked that wishing pill and
I swear this shit feel like Jesse Jackson with a pipe
Or Lisa on a hike, mixed with Rosa on a bike
Until they pull me over, flyin' saucers of blue lights
We got offers, we got offers, man, please step off the ice
I swear a giant cup of "Shut The Fuck Up"′ll do you right
You might even go live it, you know, nigga, your life
That's what I told the critic when he asked me 'bout specifics
Zulu lifted, you ain′t gifted
My Keke Palmer hold the karma in her hands, sift it
Well, what do you know? A couple of more incredible hoes
Address them as such ′cause they don't know much
I tried to put them on, but they don′t know hush
These queens, they just know blush
Supreme, 'til I stick my solar system in the middle of
They little I-don′t-think-you-hear-me-really soggy dreams
Now we up all night like some coffee fiends
I swear the time's always right unless I′m counting things
But see, I'm from a place where they got poplar trees
Gummin' in those taller things, so you have to follow me
And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go, we still findin′ new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
(Ayy, tell ′em grab a roll)
I pleasure myself to images of wealth
Ain't it funny how a 100 look like sex?
My dick in two vaginas, 100 dollars worth of mess
Slick and slimy, get behind me while I get beside myself
I promise the pressure is enormous
So much so that niggas forget what the point is
Until the barrel′s pointed
Like it was at me and Moms on that Thomasville morning
Rest in peace Richard Lee, I cried when they played that organ
But anyway, this for my pops in that
"Vote Lee Wise" T-shirt, chillin' on the couch
Shake his head at the news and tell me what life′s about
Long as liquor in his juice, the knowledge keep coming out
Prolly 'cause he done seen the shit that I′m worried bout
Prolly 'cause he done dreamed the shit that I'm dreamin′ now
So, you fuck niggas, keep my name out your mouth
And make room for my dick when the beat drop
And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go, we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go
I bet we find some new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
And everywhere we go, we still findin′ new Britneys and Ashley Nicoles
(Ayy, tell 'em grab a roll)
So bring it back baby, throw it back, throw it back
Bring it back, bring it back, throw it back, baby
Bring it back, bring it back, throw it back
Bring it back, throw it back
While I eat it from the back, baby
Now bring it back, baby
Bring it back, throw it back, throw it back
Bring it back, bring it back, baby
Now bring it back, throw it back, bring it back
Throw it back, throw it back
While I eat it from the back, baby
Yeah, dude, this one, this one, it, like
In the middle of it, there are 200 holes
So, like, it diffuses, it′s called a honeycomb diffuser
And it's like the most intense purple ever
And we got a rail over here
Oh yeah, this is one of them, look, right there
This shit is wild, look at that
Dude, no, trust me
Just, if we had ice in there you could literally destroy it
But just crush this hit
When this, when this fills up milk white, pull it
But like, milk as fuck
Yeah, you got that, you got it now, it′s this thing
No, look, keep it, Eian, 'til that shit′s milky as fuck
Oh yeah, pull that
You're gonna be feelin' good
Oh, keep it (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Drink it, oh my God, fuck yeah, dude, that was-
