Nu Stogie Stoney Willis (Ft. Earl Sweatshirt)

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Shit, you wanna hand me that fucking lighter? (A'ight)
No? Whatever (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No? Alright

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh (Bah), I am the shooter reloaded (Bah)
Who only move with the motive to kill it (Ayy)
Music is coca, know that I roast it and flip it
It's nothing
Sniffling hoes accustomed to dick in they throat
I bust on the tip of they noses (Ya need a napkin or something?)
Just use this stack of this money (Okay)
I only laugh cause it's funny (Uh-huh)
Whip an ass and rap with laxative tummy, shit
And I need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance (Ayy, ayy)
Catch me on 'Fax with a couple cancer sticks
Hit me for cold and passionate loving, ho, only khakis I'm cuffing
Little man with no manners, bitch I am actually dusty
Action Los Angeles, them bastards pack them Pacquiao punches
Pressed on your back for your bluffing
Let's take it back to the ruckus, bitch

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Tell momma that her son on a mission
And I ain't seen the motherfucking sun in a minute
Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
Say it's one for the money, nigga
Run for your riches, nigga
Tell my momma that her son get it, get it
I'ma crunch niggas, getting money
Blunts in the Civic, without fuck how you feeling, nigga
(Fuck nigga, fuck how you feeling, nigga)
Nigga, give a fuck how you feeling, nigga
Fuck with a nigga, nigga