Ayy, Addison, you tryna play my rusty trombone?

XANAKIN SKYWOK

Yeah!

Choppa go "Boom" like a nigga doin′ beatbox

Three Glocks hot, got 'em smokin′ like the Weed Spot (yeah!)

We rock chops that gon' drop you like a tree top

Rerock Rock, flintstones in this teapot (yeah!)

Yada, yada, yada, chimichangas, gas on the weed scale

W-w-we snort scale, never give a bitch free nails (uh!)

Three or four shells put a nigga in a story tale (huh, huh)

P. sales can't stay sober, I′ma need bail (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Don′t talk to me when ya mans is on the sideline

Bitch, give me neck, got me looking at her bird's eye

Bitch rubbernecking while I′m givin' her the third eye

Third eye blasting out her mind, that′s the third time

Blow her brains, bet yo' girl′s 11, man, that's really strange

24-7 got yo' bitch call me "Yung Kage"

Told her, "Bitch, Yippie ki yay, hit the highway"

Kage chilling up with the Xan, we at the feng shui

Baby girl, it just be a Thursday, throw it back

Blow her back, nut up on her eyes, give her cataracts

Cadillac, whip it on the track while I′m getting a lap

She a snack, but I′m on a fast, so let's make it fast

Marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!)

Told me that blow her back to fuck it

Baby back, gave her back, I busted

Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (whoa!)

Hold me back, hold me back

You don′t wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack

I′m about to turn your ass from rich to rags

As quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My wrist drip like my dick to match yo' bitch

Choppa got financed, put ′em on a bystand

Light 'em like a nightstand, roll 'em like Vyvanse (Molly!)

Smart ass pussy, these niggas, they wanna fight that

Bite that, loading up autotune on their iPad (ah!)

So let′s chase ′em, put 'em on a little verge of breaking

Hi, your girl is brown, so asamalakum

Shalom, she gonna do little too like J. Lo., no Halo (yo!)

My dick bang on her drums like, "Oh" (oh!)

Playing on her pussy, like a flute, go-

Three bitches on me, I′m mojo

Draco on me, Han Solo (oh!)

Band camp bitch, play me like the flute

Got nut on her tooth, her butt on my shoes

John Cena, you can't see me

You can′t beat me, you can't really beat me, ooh!

Marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!)

Told me that blow her back to fuck it

Baby back, gave her back, I busted

Gave her that baby back, she sucked it (whoa!)

Hold me back, hold me back

You don′t wanna know me bad, I'll smoke your pack

I'm about to turn your ass from rich to rags

As quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My wrist drip like my dick to match yo′ bitch