Midnight Run Mustard (Ft. Casey Veggies, Royce The Choice & Skeme)

[Intro]
Cardo on the beat!
Mustard on tha beat, ho!

[Verse 1: Royce The Choice]
Hollywood, but it's northwest side-y
Two-oh-six, like the number of bones in your body
She bought a room for us, and I boned in the lobby
If you hit the room, you would owe more than Gaddafi
Eating first teriyaki, purple and brown Huaraches
Sloppy toppy got me knock-kneed, Oxy Reynolds in my chai tea
Copy... *chk!* Copy
All these niggas effort do so much, I'm feeling like I'm not me
Shit, fuck with the one-time none-time
You subtracts, I let the racks plus-sign
I'm never off, Garth Brooks hat
Going pop with my white bitch; never look back, USC
Pound of whole E in her book bag
Parents had a trust fund for her, and I took that—know I need it
Get your life 'fore the Grim Reaper get it
When she goes bankrupt; then, he can get it
Rocking Tim Witcher fitted, ac-quitted like a Cochran case
Take my Pickens; then, I roll like a Stockton play
This Christian was raised with Jews
Wouldn't knock your bitch if she came in new, but she through