[Verse 1: Callon B]

HOOt

GY...B, sIMple what up?

Mayan Cigars

My Kush and Coronas x4

All my homies stonas, bet we roll up roll up roll up
Blowing Doja, sip Coronas ronas ronas
In a coma, if you don't know us please condone us
But we hardly ever sober there inebriated soldiers
Ask The Mayor how we get down, we need your vote, we in your town
The Campaign is here and I pray it's clear who the livest party right now
We got open polls for the coldest hoes we bring em in and right out
All I here is that White Owl hOOt hOOt, need pipe down
My sack so obnoxious it's talking shit you hear the scent when I'm walking in
Might not talk again, out of body I'm off the grid, the other side is not pretend
There's more to life y'all got to get, I brought the wRaps who got the piff?
DJ DO YOU GOT SOME RIFF?!?!
Every one of us a basket case we flee the scene and smash the gate
Hit the gas for a fast escape, this shit a jam dap Nasty Nate
Fall's impact won't last a day so it's GYB till I pass away
Junkie Nation I'm a pack a day plus Sweatpants bitch better back away
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