[Verse 1] Aaron Cohen
Five G in an old black Camaro
A raging bull when they come to that dinero
Make it count on Robert Downey, that's less than zero
So now I need some bread or roll on our f**ing hero
I never play the role of no f**ing hero
You hear the ba** first, Rafael Pamero
First day girl, I ain't Mark McGuire
I need my fix, call me MacGyver
And the booth is kinda like vagina cause
They all get scared as f** whenever I come inside
And record it, damn right, I'm a rider
And I can't give a sh** if your clothes is designer
Just know I got a chick that make your chick look like China
And if the time is right I'm gonna pile driver
That's when you stand up before you 69
You kids is wilder, it's in my genes, son, I'm wilder, get it
[Hook]
Why you mad for?
Why you mad for?
I know some kids that'll k** for a RAV4
Why you mad for?
Why you mad for?
They don't let us in
We breaking through the back door
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[verse 2] Grande Marshall
Homie, how am I supposed to be worried about the sun going plain
When I'm tryna eat my damn self
n***as is looking like how the ball got through the door
I hopped over the cake, I ain't need no damn door
Plus I bought a couple grams who tried to cop something quick
Keep an eye on them taxes, the more cheesy to fix
Spray the perm on the pan, make sure that sh** don't stick
Homie, I stash in the dip, I stashed and I dipped
Your head get big bucks on it, stress with big cuffs on it
A cherry pie with no crust on it
A loud patty, see and see soda
All you gotta do is phone me
I've been on my jobs since on the road, 2-85 with the blue blue
Yo, who is this
What's the word on prune juice, I need something big
I got older n***as stresses, got older n***as stresses
You reached the best of the best
At the tone, leave a message
Just pull up
[hook]