(Yeah, I be screaming...)

(OoooooooOoooooo)

(Bih, bih)Fuck Drake

Yeow (Yeow, yeow)

Don′t be tryna ring me phone because it's been died

I′m just filling up a cup to fuck me insides up

I've been inside, high like I'm mid-flight

I′m the big guy, you′re just a little fry

I'm only makin′ music if it feels right

I'm only blazin′ doobies just to feel right

Beat the beat up, beat it til the beat dies (Yeah)

People seem to sleep on me, I let the sheeps ride (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a street guy, street smart, been wide

I can see sides of story without bein-- ah (Wait, wait)

I can see sides of stories withou-- (One more time, one more time)

I can see two sides of stories without being biased

I′m the type to sticks by his team's side (Yeow)

Tryna seem wise, brodie you should be quiet (Yeow, yeow)

I'm living paranoid, cuz I′m seeing sights (Yeah)

I′m smoking cannabis, I'm feeling deep-fried

He sells weed by the seaside (Gang, gang, gang)

She sucks D by the seaside (Gang, gang, gang)

We get steamed by the seaside

We just live the dream by the seaside

No cap like the beanie was destroyed

I′m a real one, I can see the decoys

I'm a man on a mission, I′ve been deployed

I'm a man on a mission, I′ve been...

Pick your poison, stay with boys or choose the mandem

Hear your noise and we supply what you demandin'

He a bozo, he annoying, he commandin'

Ain′t a joke so why you toying with a clown then?

Pick your poison, stay with boys or choose the mandem, simple as

Keep it quiet, why you fighting over random little bits

Quick to riot, you so biased, you ain′t ever hearing shit

I'm the finest touch of Midas, you ain′t ever feelin' it

Floating till the ceiling hit

Ain′t no indica

Two pateks, so many chilly wrists

Face so intricate

Fashion fresh, so many silly fits

Check your tinder page

And I be hungry for that shit, I need my dinner made

I be hungry for that shit, I need my dinner ma--

I be hungry for that shit, I need my dinner made

I be hungry for that shit, I need my dinner made

(What)

I be hungry for that shit, facts

Plain sailing, brodie cruising on a yacht

Tell my old main thing she ain't gone use me for the cock

Plenty drops of Henny got me woozy on the block

Done so many tokes already, ain′t gone lose me when I fly (No, no, no, no)

So don't tease me, we'll make a movie in the back (Uh-huh)

Oh you talking back (Uh-huh)

Booty on the lap (OK)

Girl don′t talk like that, don′t get a cootie on the cat

I'm a kid, I play with boobies and I laugh (Hehe)

Five-foot nine, six-two in the mask

And a fine boy as well, my mama usually says

(FUCK!)

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)