Globotech my chip, I got that X-1-stack
Bitch I look amazing, that's a fuckin fun fact
Swaggin on a hundred zilli, you can't touch that
Bitch I got the POD, I feel like Jack Black
Keep the circle closed and keep an open bar tab
Ballin on these bitches, see 'em goin March mad
Anti-Quasimodo, that bitch want a arch back
Bitch you got too many miles upon your CarFax
Fuck Zach Fox, I hope your Twitter stay deleted
Flex 51, got ectoplasm in my Seagram's
I been turnt up since I busted outta Seton
Hold ya lug nuts, Stanley Ipkiss screamin
Good morning bitch, I think it's time for an overhaul
Thought I spoke in Spanish way I'm always jumpin over walls
Gin inside a mason jar, sip it in my overalls
Why? Because I'm tired, and I had enough of sober talk
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
Jin, Kazama, gin, and tonic
Big, belt, blue, bonnet
Shoes made of armadillo, color amarillo
Lizard belt upon my waist, it terrorize Tokyo
Tom Segura my swag, finna show the bitch who's Randy
When I'm offa Henny, she can barely understand me
No homo bitch, I'm in love with the Tito's
Only droppin hits, that's the modus operandi
Yaki Mob vet, Bitch Mob vet
Pretty Boy saint, she wanna beget
Motherfuck a blog, fuck a cassette
Fuck 5K, put the shit in a gazette
Daily Bugle bitch, I'm sippin Jameson, J. Jonah
Spillin my Paloma and I'm blurring the Tahoma
Hoe tryna pass me a Diet Coca-Cola
Bitch there ain't enough alcohol up in this soda
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
This look like a job for a fifth
