[Verse 1] I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita My pa**enger seat is occupied by Senorita And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real nice So later on, up in the night, I could go beat her And make a lie about the gonorrhea So she don't feel guilty about me wanting to leave her That "f**" on t-shirt print is cheetah And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Easter Basket, you f*ggots, is plastic, like nerds with old gla**es But I'm still liable to get my a** kicked Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the attic Where you losers can't get me Nikon and the Canon, they were never the same And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you lames [Hook] Man, y'all some muthaf**in' lames Man, y'all some muthaf**in' lames Don't lie to yourself, y'all some lames Man, y'all some lames The Canon don't flash, y'all some lames I cannot be seen with you lames You mothaf**as is some lames [Verse 2] Can't stop for, flashing, like a cop car Me and.. rock well, I'm a rock star f** y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em Custom curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em Y'all drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em My shirt is yellow, but the grill is gold I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old I can't skate, but I guess that's lost control I don't have sense, sorry I sold my soul For some gold Bapes low-price, stale rate Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our statistic Stay with authentics, check my steelo Cause my mob's goodie like we Ceelo And he know, I am yes and even she know Every instrument is a gram, kilo