[Verse 1: Callon B]
(Intro: Callon talking)
You are now f**in with the rawest, rapaholic
Basketballin in the paint, call me Dank I'm kind of modest
But I promise not to disappoint or follow rules, what is the point?
I roll a Woods like twisted joints and eat a beat like Chips Ahoy
Act your age not your GPA, GYB all day
Not afraid to make a mistake, it's the risk I take to get repaid
For my working days, it's certain mane
Coming soon, got a lot to prove before the curtain sways
Uh, shouts to Murdy mane, know I got your vertebrae
Scoutin for them slimy snakes sliding tryna perputrate
Okay its business, and I handle mine a certain way
GYB, watch me birth a wave and surf away
Hit the Church and Pray, think I'm Ma$e, I sing Amazing Grace
Run it till the surface breaks, then I'm running Serpents Way
Same name but my purpose changed, it was worth the wait
Worth the play, don't you agree? You sing it everyday
[Verse 2: GP Murdy]
Catch me in the club with a big pistol, fully loaded clip and I won't miss em'
Ya n***as hatin on me but ya b**h with me, can't hate that she want to f** a real n***a
If you can't pay cash then I don't do features, a song for free n***a you could never meet me
Started at the bottom now I'm on the flyer, made it on i-Tunes now you n***as buyers
Ya b**h say she f**ed me but that hoe a lier, torch a Phillie but these blunts to big for lighters
k**ing these hoes like I'm Michael Myers, cookin up the chickens and I ain't got no fryers
(Murdy talks)
[Verse 3: Callon B]
Shoutout all my mother f**in brothers round the way, we've been focusing our energies and ain't about to wait
b**h we kicking down the door so we can tell you face to face, when the junkies in yo section hoe you best stay out our way
I guess the Gods came out to play, right on time for the Election
I don't like to Politic but Mayor Jones is an exception
Dread Prez for office bet I run till I'm exausted
They gon run us out our pockets all they only want is profit
Talking Blue States, Red States, same colors the FEDs chase
See the patterns and I crunch the numbers with my Left Brain
Next thang on the agenda get f**ed up
I don't really drink so that ain't where the buzz from
They wanna know where I come from, who my brodie bros
I been on that mogul sh** since I was in that mobil home
Back when I concluded that your standards insufficient
I was sh**tin even when I didn't have a pot to piss in
Got my hand on my dick, right beside the weed stash
Hope that you accept my application for a G-Pa**
Hand on my dick, right beside the weed stash, hope that you accept my application for a G-Pa**!
(Outro: Callon talking)