You know what it motherfucking is Mr. Mac, White Peaks, all day, every day forever Hangover Gang I see you, what's up? A-a-a-a-aight Studio at the skate park I'm partying like all day Then I meet your bitch back at my crib and she pop that pussy like chardonnay I'm a heavy weight, y'all can hardly wait I kill it until the target change My team rode this like bicycle wheels and we louder than a Harley race Fuck y'all like your ex girl, she ride me like the X-Games Hands are clammy 'cause I touched the pearl, y'all running it, that's a rat race My two cents is exact change, can't afford to be wishing on pennies But I give one for like all your thoughts and my only one left is lucky They tryna outline me in chalk, but I am gone without a trace Homie put the metal inside his mouth and then I call him brace-face I'm just shooting for the moon and I'm 'a squeeze 'til it go "click click click" And my Uzi must love boobies 'cause that thing going off like "tit tit tit" We own the club, you baby seals, we fucking sure, Navy Seals Got more in store and crazy deals, they can't roll without their training wheels Hangover Gang is my team, eyeball, Visine What's popping though? White Peaks I'd die for y'all like blonde streaks Two shots, the first hit, the second miss you look retarded Step online and get blown up 'cause I don't fuck with moving targets I hope y'all like your veggies 'cause we got all you guys beat The money underneath the table so I threw out all the seats, hoe That ain't your hoe, hoe I hope you understand That's my bitch, I drew my name inside her sand Shit, I mean I'm really it, I don't mean to brag But everybody ran away like we playing tag Oh please believe me, I'm more scared than not Let it breathe hoe, let it breathe That, whoa, this isn't the way I'm wasting so much fucking energy right now And please be there I can barely hang on Let it breathe hoe, let it breathe And whoa, I'll wait 'til I break Please be there, I can barely hang on Let it breathe hoe, let it breathe And whoa, I'll wait 'til I break Welcome to my level, leave all that bullshit at the gate Put on a jacket, our summer is cold because all I feel is me My people are getting tanked, but they don't drink, that's how the war go Skeletons fill my walk-in closet, call that bitch a wardrobe My whole team is outta reach, you couldn't touch 'em if you had Shaq arms We living on the motherfucking edge, there is no backyard We on the high road, real hot, but no propane Y'all just like Superman, stuck inside that lowest lane My bitches bad as your breath, you and your hoe should share a Tic-Tac Y'all don't wanna play fence with me, too many dogs to shake a stick at Your girl's hardly ever at home so she packing extra baggage Your girl over here with my bro and he make her strip, like Vegas I ain't tryna settle beef, man that's not my job But I got a couple goons, and that's their job Kill your captain, I don't lose sleep, catch me snoring Call you in the AM, have you mourning in the morning They're at a loss for words, they ask me 'bout the weather I'm 'a rain until there's flowers in the desert hoe