[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Let me tell y’all what this must be
A couple keys wrapped under the Christmas tree
A few pan handling, black Mandarins
One off a Candler and the others off a Campbellton
Eye level they wanna see us
But it’s hard to chop a sequoia to a tree stump, with a butter knife
That shit would take an eon
I was riding down E Ponce de Leon with my nigga Keeyan
Seen a fly girl in some Yves Saint Laurent’s
I was like, ooh, girl, you Beyoncé, you could be my fiancé
What’s your name? She said Dion
Cool, that’s unisex, I’m thinking, "How I can give me and you the sex?"
Lil jokey joke, Jiddy, J.I.D, mardy mar
Never had an Audemar and never drove a foreign car
I’m just a gifted ass Georgia boy
There's a difference between gifts and talent, so peep the balance
Nigga been working until his hand get calluses
Tryna eat something fatter than DJ Khaled is
Mind scrabble, dibble dabble, slam the gavel
Long travel roads, fucking hoes, probably won’t get on 'til I’m fucking old
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
I ripped the teeth out from under your brain, these drums is insane
I'm out of my space time continuum frame
And I had to throw my hands up, rock your head like the ninja
You couldn't fit on this if it was wide as the pacific
I’m tired of tussling with ya, I’m tired of bussing with ya
Dawg, it’s been nuts since we was taking little rusty pictures
Fuck you niggas, step on, step on up
Take your ass right back to school now with a million paper cuts
Wake the dead up out their sleep with a message, I don’t mess
As I’m caught up in the embrace of her dreamy labias
And them freaky flow of patterns trippin’ and clappin’ at us
Really we get to act up
And we strapped up, high like NASA, so I suggest you back up
If I fell out of my head
Suspended in the lap of a real goddess
She look down while canoeing through that silver lining
Would you still try me?
With that safety on, darling would you still eye me?
Feel like the type to loan pearls out, interest Steady climbing, hide me
She gon’ have to rotate now, I miss steady shining
Yes, I hit the game like Kanye had did
Heads up where the big clutch right
Really trying God not to miss my window
Blind sniper in the dark of the night
Back spasms for the nights you napped on
Back cracking, black boner, all up in the backbone
Stop acting, shed that skin
Pop the capsule, leave your body back home
Then bankhead bounce to the other side of life, I get my naps on
Bear that shit
My skin’s a target, hard to compare that shit
If it look good on you, then they gon’ hate in a bit
Wear that shit, rule a thumb
Cowards scared as fuck to do what ain't been done
I’m just scared as fuck to show up to God with the “I ain’t done”
Look on my face, I ain’t one to run in place
Trying not to pull a Drake 'cause it’s my first time in here
Really caught me at the fucking worst time in here
West side, so you know it’s hearse time in here
Let me tell y’all what this must be
A couple keys wrapped under the Christmas tree
A few pan handling, black Mandarins
One off a Candler and the others off a Campbellton
Eye level they wanna see us
But it’s hard to chop a sequoia to a tree stump, with a butter knife
That shit would take an eon
I was riding down E Ponce de Leon with my nigga Keeyan
Seen a fly girl in some Yves Saint Laurent’s
I was like, ooh, girl, you Beyoncé, you could be my fiancé
What’s your name? She said Dion
Cool, that’s unisex, I’m thinking, "How I can give me and you the sex?"
Lil jokey joke, Jiddy, J.I.D, mardy mar
Never had an Audemar and never drove a foreign car
I’m just a gifted ass Georgia boy
There's a difference between gifts and talent, so peep the balance
Nigga been working until his hand get calluses
Tryna eat something fatter than DJ Khaled is
Mind scrabble, dibble dabble, slam the gavel
Long travel roads, fucking hoes, probably won’t get on 'til I’m fucking old
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
I ripped the teeth out from under your brain, these drums is insane
I'm out of my space time continuum frame
And I had to throw my hands up, rock your head like the ninja
You couldn't fit on this if it was wide as the pacific
I’m tired of tussling with ya, I’m tired of bussing with ya
Dawg, it’s been nuts since we was taking little rusty pictures
Fuck you niggas, step on, step on up
Take your ass right back to school now with a million paper cuts
Wake the dead up out their sleep with a message, I don’t mess
As I’m caught up in the embrace of her dreamy labias
And them freaky flow of patterns trippin’ and clappin’ at us
Really we get to act up
And we strapped up, high like NASA, so I suggest you back up
If I fell out of my head
Suspended in the lap of a real goddess
She look down while canoeing through that silver lining
Would you still try me?
With that safety on, darling would you still eye me?
Feel like the type to loan pearls out, interest Steady climbing, hide me
She gon’ have to rotate now, I miss steady shining
Yes, I hit the game like Kanye had did
Heads up where the big clutch right
Really trying God not to miss my window
Blind sniper in the dark of the night
Back spasms for the nights you napped on
Back cracking, black boner, all up in the backbone
Stop acting, shed that skin
Pop the capsule, leave your body back home
Then bankhead bounce to the other side of life, I get my naps on
Bear that shit
My skin’s a target, hard to compare that shit
If it look good on you, then they gon’ hate in a bit
Wear that shit, rule a thumb
Cowards scared as fuck to do what ain't been done
I’m just scared as fuck to show up to God with the “I ain’t done”
Look on my face, I ain’t one to run in place
Trying not to pull a Drake 'cause it’s my first time in here
Really caught me at the fucking worst time in here
West side, so you know it’s hearse time in here
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