[Intro: Na-Kel Smith & Earl Sweatshirt]
This what they all been waiting for
(This what they all been waiting for)
Listen, mm (Look, look, look, look)
They not ready for this one
It's like how many times you gon' fall down, come around
Mm, huh, huh
Fuck these n***as man, n***as want to hate on me, spit on me, I don't give a fuck man

[Verse 1: Na-Kel Smith]
Same n***a in the hood pushing weight
It must be my birthday, all this fucking cake
I don't give a fuck what she got to say
If she ain't giving face then she get out my fucking place
Got a bitch with a n***a, got a n***a with some money
I'ma rob that n***a, ain't shit funny (it's really not)
Except when I'm laughing to the bank (that's true)
Loud pack n***a smoking stank (that's true)
I don't give a fuck what you think (that's true)
Syrup n***a, that's what I drink (that's true)
Popped out the cut with the chopper, hit em with the something
I don't give a fuck if your bitch, my song she bumping
I pop mollies, I smoke weed
I done lost my whole mind, that's a bitch
Where that extended clip? Thebe pass that! (I will)
And I'ma pull it out POP POP
All these n***as turn to running backs
Please n***a run it back, I'ma problem in the fucking booth
Sojourner with the fucking truth
I'ma burn ya in the fucking booth, listen
Tie a n***a up by his ankles (Why?)
Fuck a fat bitch, they got kankles (She so damn fat man)
And I don't give a fuck what she ain't gon' do
Cause she sucking and fucking the whole damn crew
N***as know that I pop me a bitch n***a or two
Why I'm in the booth going in bitch, this with my friend bitch
I been, what? What the fuck you said bout my mans bitch?
I'ma punch you in the fucking mouth, your bitch going down south
Now I'm getting guala, cut a leaf just like a fucking koala
But I'm on your face off, n***a I'm a real boss (guur)
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Alright look, look, n***as just woke up man
Look, look, look, look
Shit on a n***a whole life, seen this n***a in my whole life
I ain't never, I ain't never seen this n***a in my whole life
N***a this my old ice
That's my old ho, you from my old life, you can go, go
I come to your show, it's a no show
We gon' come to your house, leave you running like Flo-Jo
Merry Christmas bitch, I bought you a present
It's a fucking Mac-11, send your boyfriend to heaven
Yup, Christmas season, I ain't playing if she just teasing
N***as know me, I'm not weeded but this icy, it's so freezing
I'm at the movies with my bitch buying popcorn, n***a
Sike, I'm at my house with my bitch trying to watch porn, n***a
Fuck her in the booty, then take her to the movies
I got my priorities straight, fuck my whore by the lake
Uh, I'm on tour with the steak, no Ricki
Got shot nine times, no 50, n***a
Uh, uh, and I feel like Lionel Richie, n***a
Got a nice haircut, half black...

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
How the fuck this n***a try to talk with vagina breath?
How the fuck am I supposed to know how many condoms I got left?