Released: March 18, 2016
Songwriter: Pouya Shakewell Ramirez
Producer: Baker
[Verse 1: Ramirez & Pouya]
I'ma be honest, don't do this often
Open my mouth and all you see is gloss
I'm fuckin' the game and I'm usin' a rubber
Come fuck your bitch 'fore she's under my covers
Stare at the view, that's outside my window
I'm playin' the game of life, not Nintendo
My weakness is servin' the back of the zone
The bubble fell out, but I'm slangin' that ho
I'm duckin' and servin' them suckas that's all on my line
They hate on my prime
Bitch, I'm the best, you can't sip from my wine
Scrapin' for pennies but still on my grind
Goddamn, hol' up, bitch
This for them pimps, and this for them hoes
This for them caddies that's ridin' them Vogues (Yuh)
Now roll me a blunt 'cause I'm tryna get blown (Yuh)
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Hand me my stash
So I can smother these rappers with numbers then pick up my pants
Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions
You lackin' facts and throwing at yo' opinions
Don't need no one to tell me what I'm missing
I do as I please, I'm free to be me, knee-deep in the game
Wonderin'
When will it change? Lames still talkin' out of their turn
Until the Glock pop and a body burn
Internal infernal but when will you learn that you'll never concern me?
Every ho see me and wanna get dirty
Nina by the side, babygirl, don't hurt me
Up late workin' until it get early
One to your temple, ain't talkin' bout Shirley, bitch
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Voices in my head, call 'em here and talk
Tellin' me to kill myself, my mom and pops
I've been servin' bricks, I'm tryna duck the opps
Keep on poppin' sticks out 'til my heart gon' pop
Got my stick shift swervin' while I'm servin' rocks
Shoutout 'Vada, 'cause I still miss her a lot
Fuck do you mean, ho? That'll be my kinfolk
Straight out the cream of the crop
Still miss Erase, he my fam and my bro
Since he left, no one been keepin' the code
Can't suppress the feelin', I pour up a four and I pop
Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock
Two bad hoes keeps on freakin'
And she said she want an OG but she smokin' Sativa
Always run from police and they tryna take mine
Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines
I'ma be honest, don't do this often
Open my mouth and all you see is gloss
I'm fuckin' the game and I'm usin' a rubber
Come fuck your bitch 'fore she's under my covers
Stare at the view, that's outside my window
I'm playin' the game of life, not Nintendo
My weakness is servin' the back of the zone
The bubble fell out, but I'm slangin' that ho
I'm duckin' and servin' them suckas that's all on my line
They hate on my prime
Bitch, I'm the best, you can't sip from my wine
Scrapin' for pennies but still on my grind
Goddamn, hol' up, bitch
This for them pimps, and this for them hoes
This for them caddies that's ridin' them Vogues (Yuh)
Now roll me a blunt 'cause I'm tryna get blown (Yuh)
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Hand me my stash
So I can smother these rappers with numbers then pick up my pants
Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions
You lackin' facts and throwing at yo' opinions
Don't need no one to tell me what I'm missing
I do as I please, I'm free to be me, knee-deep in the game
Wonderin'
When will it change? Lames still talkin' out of their turn
Until the Glock pop and a body burn
Internal infernal but when will you learn that you'll never concern me?
Every ho see me and wanna get dirty
Nina by the side, babygirl, don't hurt me
Up late workin' until it get early
One to your temple, ain't talkin' bout Shirley, bitch
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Voices in my head, call 'em here and talk
Tellin' me to kill myself, my mom and pops
I've been servin' bricks, I'm tryna duck the opps
Keep on poppin' sticks out 'til my heart gon' pop
Got my stick shift swervin' while I'm servin' rocks
Shoutout 'Vada, 'cause I still miss her a lot
Fuck do you mean, ho? That'll be my kinfolk
Straight out the cream of the crop
Still miss Erase, he my fam and my bro
Since he left, no one been keepin' the code
Can't suppress the feelin', I pour up a four and I pop
Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock
Two bad hoes keeps on freakin'
And she said she want an OG but she smokin' Sativa
Always run from police and they tryna take mine
Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines