If you tryna party then we got a concord
All them lames over there, they are done for
Turn this shit to a freaknik of some sort
It's gon' be some work, you should pack a lunch for it
Drop it down, fuck it up, spread 'em out, back it up
Run 'em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
Four, five housewives outside mouth wide
Normal day on the Southside
So high, I got Alzheim's
Slopestyle, alpine in my downtime
Girl, you sturdy as hell
Speak three languages, and I heard you read braille
I bet the motherfuckers feeling me now
They was turning me down
Nowadays, I be turning them out
Cup of lean got me questioning my sanity
All this footage on the phones could be damaging
So drunk that I can barely see
Is that Jennifer Aniston balancing on a manatee
Who's flexible at the festival
And what's the numeros por tu teléfono (wow)
I wish that I was born with eight cocks
'Bout to go someplace and drink my face off like Wade Boggs