[Intro]. Quack quack. [Verse 1]. I'm chilling for an hour smoking weed watching Worldstar. Benz in the garage probably got to drive your girl car. You ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'all. I just spit a punchline smile then they bird call. Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball. I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all. Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong. I'm wavy giving you some shit that you can surf on. Finding me a bitch I can swerve on. Frank Thomas homie 'bout to put the hurt on. Your bitch a night light in bed she turned on. Roll some weed tell her burn one. [Hook]. Burn one burn one burn one burn one. Burn one burn one burn one burn one. [Verse 2]. Yea I used to give a fuck about success. Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress. Hope she down for buttsex it will be a cum fest. Sorry that's some shit I had to confess. Crazy-ass bitch doing 911 threats. Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds. Now I'm at the top and the crown fit gold on my outfit. Surrounded by this pussy I'mma drown in it. Got that wet pack bitch come and give me that. You know we want to know where them titties at. Got 'em gassed they be asking what I'm cooking with. Have your little brother ask your moms where a pussy is?. Corruption stunting at the function. Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion. Pay attention you'll learn something. Roll that weed up burn one. [Hook]