The Function. Remy Banks (Ft. DRAM & World's Fair)

[Verse 1]
Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm bout to set fire
To this joint I rolled filled with purple dope
Moschino hoe walking my way, and shorty steppin pigeon toe'd
With them thick thighs and that ass swole

[Verse 2: Lanksy]
Yeah Rem, y'all remember me
Nigga stay high but I keep lowkey
I need my green on them c-notes like a piano
Till peeing that european pino
No telling how far that we go
Speed boats to Puerto Rico
Gimme that, let me take a deep pull
Inhale, exhale
Thinking back on them days when I used to shop at clientele
Copping kicks to match the Coogi, never packed a uzi
But I stayed with some bitches, I stay surrounded by bad bitches though

[Verse 3: Nigel]
Banks got them bitches that got me stiff like raw denim
I always tell em via g chat, no hard feelings
There was this one time I bagged a bitch her skin lemon
Mad thick, real good smelling, artsy frames like Jon Lennon

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
Me and you...
You girls, my crew...
Got weed and juice...is you coming through?
(she said yeah) when I asked her if she could come kick it
(she said yeah) even though I'm here with all my niggas
(she said yeah) She about to roll through with her bitches
(she said yeah) We can have ourselves a little shindig