Hard Lemonade (feat. Jiaer Lavon)

i'm in a tricky little mood

i trick these little dudes

i tell em that i love 'em but

i never really do

see, i like pretty shoes and

i like pretty minks

and i like sight sein' the pyramids and the sphinx

he cop italian pieces so i do the first pump

and i can only push it if the trunk is in the front

if the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back

you can hit me on the jet

i chat on the mac

see i am who i am nicky am motherfucker if she say she not a fan

she a lying motherfcuker

over shopping in paris so i speak a little french

oui oui raggedy time for you to hit then bench

indecisive so i always gotta pick two

i guess that's why i got the yorkie and the shitzu i told fab get that michael knight kitt coupe

before i put this pussy on ya chipped tooth

i pull up my 42's so i call you little dudes

your woman coming single, i take my chicks in twos

and when it comes to sippin lemonade is what i choose

and when it come to trippin that's all you really do

i don't work at lowers but you know i keep them tools

come around my town i'll show ya what them hammers do

and this is not a diss, this is just what i do

and all y'all nigaas false, i'm only speakin in truths

you get it? the program: get with it

i'm killing these niggas, like cancer to liver

nigga package out the liver trigger finger on the trigger

she treat me then trick ya i'm in it go figure

the way i bringin money you would think

i'm doing taxes

cause the money come in like income backwards

so i'ma go hard cause i ain't trying to go home that's

why i'm snappin on this beat like you just finished the poem

and i spits that crack you can just call me

jerome and i go

all out like that nigga from home alone

even though i never write, my nigga i'm never wrong

so i'ma give it up and let sean go off

big sean

first whip, garbo second whip largo

don't worry bout my niggas they're good, marshall

bank account got me feelin well, fargo

ballin till i get a millicheck, darko

i just give em line after line after line after...

after line after line, barcode

they lookin for my work, narco

cause i just black out in the booth, charcoal

me, don see, tonin 54 bitches

this weed finna' blow i bet they finna' blow nigga 2 pounds of weed don't' act

like you don't know nigga

i put that green up like mistletoe nigga