[Verse 1: Murphdirt] You know that you look good You know that I look good Tripping off an 8th of shrooms Just trying to enter the spirit realm So if you bout that just stick around I know you ain't fronted I know you a freak And I know We bout to wreck te f**in sheets Me and you and a friend or three So many girls john cena couldn't see me Why don't we hug on these d** Why don't we kiss on these sh**s Why I don't eat ya and trip Why we don't f** on these pills Why don't we f** on these pills Why don't you twerk on this dick Like you earning a living off of shaking ya sh** Catch me at the geisha house Getting real trippy Catch me with the trap thots smoking like a chimney Nancie move addy thru the post Like she Karl Malone Lean and lines and wine and dine On that p**y no menu Stick like a tattoo Murphdirt just grab you And f** you hard on the counter [Verse 2: J Skeezy] [?]