[Intro]
*beat boxing*
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Huh
[Verse 1: Dan]
Boomerang I'm swangin'
Gettin' things on top of things and sh**
Got range for days I Nixon watch'ed the wrist
Ya'll better watch this sh**
Tie dying everything my mans on it
Riding 'round pats deli to get the sandwich
Extra cheese
Its kind of fantastic
Extra skeed no sleep its kind of a habit
Oh geez homies know that I'm a little loud (Oh my God!)
That's why I make sure they always around
Blake, Martin, Me, Juddy, Sean, Eddie all around (Oh My God!)
Yeah we the ones creating all the sound
Started on the ground but we on our way up now
On our way where I stay might join a flight club now
If my pay ain't on the way might have to fight one now
Nah I'm playing Ima' go ahead and light one now
[Chorus]
Roll down my window
Let the sound out
Mama I told ya I don't wanna know ya
Roll down my window
Let the smoke out
People to people is what we about now
[Bridge]
Mama I told ya I don't wanna know ya (X2)
[Verse 2: Eddie]
Writing raps
Thinking back
To that time we never had
Giving love
Giving back
Give me something to relax
Making racks
"One day!", I believe of that in fact
Where you at?
Burning rhythms chasing insects like a bat
Who to doubt?
Say I could not make it will never amount
I'm that kid throwing circles who the homies all about
Ain't that honey make it funny make you wanna pa** it out
How these b**hes started stuntin'
Make that money make it count
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Shae BORO]
You can catch me blasting tunes through the residential Probably getting mental
From Kylie and or Kendal
Might have something giant
But that sh** ain't gentle
Ain't one deposit back from a hotel rental
I swear I'm so fresh that my sell by's like infinity
Check your girls texts chances are she's probably into me
Couple thousand plays like a squad of homie centipedes
My homies high for days like a squad of stoner evergreens
[Verse 4: Martin]
Karma come around like a boomerang
When I'm on top b**hes wish they new my name
And I got this damn music looping in my brain
Hella THC stuck up stuck up in that thang
I'm just saying
Preaching what we making writing history
Coming up like school lunch and it's quite a mystery
Listen B
This what we all be on
In the booth late nights
Singing songs
Sing along
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Mama I'll be home this weekend
Don't you worry about my friends they're tweaking
God I feel alone this evening
That's why I'm coming home for the weekend (X2)