[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I'm d'ing em up, car European as fuck
My nigga James on parole gotta pee in a cup
He be smoking on them roaches ain't no weed in the blunt
He just caught another case, I hope he beat it because
I was just talking to his mama the other day and she told me
That she be praying for us but we be living unholy
I stay sipping, stay popping that gold shit
Straight crissin', I'm rapping, I'm rolling
It's eight bitches, I'm mackin, I'm hoping
My weed man sell more weed than he smoking
Rollin' up an ounce on the iPad 3
I'm an ocean to a puddle, you are not that deep
If you ain't talking 'bout the paper then I'm not gon' speak
Lookin' like the town mirror walkin' out my suite
I'm on Keith Sweat, goin' Bobby in the 650
Off the molly and the kush finna get trippy

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Uh
Pretty penny on the boost bitch
The hard liquor with the juices
If she ain't fucking then deuces
Got damn you so stupid

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Got damn you so stupid (2x)
Drop top riding no top where the roof is
(You stupid as fuck) Got damn you so stupid
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