Monday 05:19 PM
[Intro]

[Verse:1 Nando]

Well excuse my excuses
Prostitution and pollution
Make a fire in your legs
Causing the confusion is
Baby is my root
And I keep up all the ruling
When I walk up in the room
I got the cutest girls Julin'
I don't really give a woo
If I got to compare
I got a bad chick
And she raising my aware
Cock blockers climbing chairs
While my haters come and steal
While I burn up like a flair
Ah, Magic with the rabbit
Watch me hop up on my [?]
Steve Smith how 'bout catch it
My enemy is ready
Watch me hop out of the cab
I give' em lung cancer, cuz
I'm smoking like some Mavericks
This my passion and
My lyrics need some captions cuz I'm stacking
Why they lacking?
Call Mohammed when they heard that I was fastening
I do not like it when those ten open up my voice
Like Brackson number 4 Mr. Fantastic
They so fanatic
Ain't the trap a pole of cabbage
Do you get it, I've been had it
I sell on my fashion
I'm so cold and my pockets on fold
She wanna hold the lighter up
Like Lucius Cole
They so evolved someone got stole
I'm like a sale though, that's never been wore
I'm so open, I call it which it's off the portion
Note my flex, this ain't aerobics
So ashy man, where's the lotion?
Am I done yet?
When's the closing?
Are we open till I sold
But I can't finish till I hear the drum
Or the drop of a single thumb
But Imma' let y'all have some fun
Turn up, so y'all can slum
Ah ha ha