[Hook: Vic Mensa] You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows Swangin' down your block with the birdy in my lap You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to business Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin' And I think it's that weed got me, I'm tweakin' Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin' Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm tweakin' Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Sound like Ray J and Chris Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch Where the latter of the two get his neck slashed Or slapping a paraplegic with a pair of crutches Or wiping my ass with Rosie O'Donnell's mustache I got Martha Stewart cooking yola Molly in the cherry cola, rub it on your areolas She let me cactus the cat backwards And vacuumed the seeds from out of my black backwood I'm an author without the aardvark Pull tricks like Card Shark, thumbs up to the camera like Nardwuar Warhol & a Narwhal in an ark Park the yacht in the water hit your daughter in a smart car Heart colder than body parts frozen in ice Chopped the digits leave the five fingers for the mice Might pull a suicide mission and dip with the doors up African elephants in my tour bus
[Hook] You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows Swangin' down your block with the birdy in my lap You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to business Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin' And I think it's that weed got me, I'm tweakin' Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin' Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm tweakin' Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Where do babies come from? Porkin' the stork Poorly parked pullin' into your Porsche with a Ford 44 on the dash, put a dent in your door close your mouth The witnesses never make it to court Borderline stir crazy, crepes and beignet that's tasty Especially drippin' with liquid rabies Rail a adderall pill and cook mushrooms in my gravy Put a hit on every Youtube commenter who hates me I don't want to fight I just want a quiet life and a nice little suburban place to cry at night And an eye dropper filled to the top with cyanide So my psychiatrist dies soon as she tries the Sprite Sike! I love everyone Goodnight, thanks for having me hope your mom's not mad at me At Penn State yellin', "Free Sandusky! " Does he know what he's doin'? He's tweakin'
[Hook] You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows Swangin' down your block with the birdy in my lap You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to business Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin' And I think it's that weed got me, I'm tweakin' Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin' Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm tweakin' Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper] I think the Illuminati is real And your body's the peel and your soul is the fruit And they goal is to steal and control all the juice I seen way too many pyramids, that's far from Khufu Foofoo niggas out here snakin' on the reggo You should ask a snake where its legs go But then again I'm smokin' on the medical Got the white owl look like an egg roll And that was Scooby snacks, Petco I'm a lunatic belong inside a loony bin I burned it down for you because I love you now I'm movin' in Ooh a condominimum, condom in ya enema Bumpin' Kanye like it just came out No songs with Kendrick, we just hang out They say a smart man looks like a mad man to a dumb man But one man... wait I'm tweakin'
[Hook] You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows Swangin' down your block with the birdy in my lap You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to business Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin' And I think it's that weed got me, I'm tweakin' Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin' Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm tweakin' Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
[Outro: Vic Mensa] x2 Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump La la la la la