Yeah, yeah
Yeah
REID told me get 'em, so I got 'em
Did a ton of yak and now we shitfaced at the Opera
Hit the road like Wild Hogs, we Tim Allen and Travolta
Pocket rocket size of Polly Pocket poppin' at your posture
Don't talk about no feature, you can't afford no fuckin' feature, boy
All American Eagle make these bitches have a seizure, boy
Posted on the bleachers, heat concealed under the bеater
Come and meet the Rеaper, two-seater color of Derek Jeter, boy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Babe Ruthless, baby head so good, yeah, I thought she was toothless
They tried to put a ceiling on the kid, boy, you confused 'bout where the roof is
In LA I'm protected, you can come and meet the uces
I'm an aristocrat, I wanna paint it black
I wanna hit the bank, I wanna take it all, I wanna give it back
Mix the Ricky with the fitted cap, I wanna mix-and-match
Shawty sucked the soul up out my dick and I don't think she'll give it back
Yeah, from the Bay to the swamp
Bitch, ain't even matter where we is, y'all gettin' punked
Y'all look like Rick Roll, bitch, we feel like Rick Ross
The new double boss, droppin' 2C in alcohol
What's they first move when they see us at the door?
Man, I don't know, probably drop they panties on the floor (That's right)
That's what it is, boy, that's how we do it (What's goin' on? Ayy)
It's Lu and REID, fluent in this game, thought you knew it
What's goin' on? I think they fuckin' with our song, mane
You know the name, and ain't a damn thing changed
Still critically-acclaimed, still clinically insane
Lu fuckin' up your frame, TERROR always bring the pain
I bring it from the Bay to the M-I-A-M-I
We chewy high, hella fly, double sluggers on the slide
Shady ladies tryna ride, so we hit 'em with a lie
Tell 'em slide, then we peel off, yellin', "Bye, bye"
We smackin' bozos and old hoes
And we ain't stoppin' like a fat dude with Ho Ho's
I see them cold gemstones, yo, let me hold those
Your boy in slow-mo with a four-door shakin' the po-po
Y'ain't doin' well, it's like you rollin' eels
Hoe, what's the deal? I'm just tryna cop a little feel
So, what it really do? I'm poppin' out your tube with Lu
We knockin' brains out the park with that new-new
From the Bay to the swamp (Yeah, bitch)
Y'all look like Rick Roll, bitch, we feel like Rick Ross (Who you think?)
What's they first move when they see us at the door? (Hey you, comin for you, that's right)
That's what it is, boy, that's how we do it
Lu and REID fluent in this game, thought you knew it, ho