Ya’ll niggas ain’t about this life
ya’ll niggas ain’t ready, first of all ya’ll niggas ain’t smart
ya’ll niggas ain’t smart if ya’ll niggas jumped out the window
ya’ll niggas would probably go up and shit.
(U tryna catch fade nigaa?! Holla at ya Gwala)

(Esquire Verse 1)

Yo its Esquire that black kid
Pretty girls bat yo lashes
I’m broke as hell with no racks bitch
But I could probably fuck u up in this rap shit
niggas better pay yo taxes (PAY YO TAXES)
Before I get drastic
Before a nigga get Jurassic
Cause I’ll smack your verse with one adlib
yo It’s past twelve, I’m high as hell
With a fly girl from Brazil
She showing me how wearing no bra feel
I’m tryna beat her box like Rahzel
Yo please don’t test yo’ luck boy
You bus boy, get snuffed boy
You don’t wanna see the boy buck boy
I turn fuck boys into buk choy
So take that, (du du) take that (du du)
I rock yo ass to sleep asap (du du du)
Where the fine girls with the phat cake at
and if yo cake flat, stay way back
cause ain’t nobody tryna see that flat tush
we rolling blunts with that fat kush
and then I lick it like her waxed bush
I gotta catch em all like Ash would (I CHOOSE YOU)
I need backwoods and JD
Tennessee honey shit lately
A bottle of Pellagrino for the lady
Cause she wavy, and got pasties
And we tryna make that pastry
So this Is fuck you pay me
We really out here: no games b
So, all the guns is off safety

(Chorus)
Errybody in the function like yo what’s goody.
Sniffin that cannabis cause we know what’s goody
Bitches all up on my dick what’s goody
Kiss upon the tip, shit its all goody
Bounce to this kick kids its all goody
Stamp up on ur wrist, u legit, all goody
Lit spliff, we sip criss we all goody
Tell the thick chick windin by ya hip what’s goody


Zain Verse:
Ayo it's zain, it's zain
that brown kid
The boy insane don't fuck around bitch
You on that clown shit, I'm on that crown shit
You KG, I'm Shaq, you getting pounded
They call me Zionist, I'm breakin down shit
I'm someone IRS don't fuck around with
Cause every pay cheque always been celibate
That virgin money can't get me shit
Can't stress me though cause the worlds mine
Ward em off with ease, do not disturb sign
I'm on to that fineas and ferg grind
Determined not to deter-mind
Soon enough they be hittin up my phone line
Facing a tone line saying no time
Cause we really out here, what's goody?
You tryna shoot me down cause I'm in my hoody?
Rip Trayvon, I'm a liason, for you to meet your maker if you tryna take on
The BT and C crew, each and every one
Can bleach ya many times, treat it like petty crimes
Y'all ain't even get to reach to the bleachers
Y'all seekers, tryna seek us
But we honor roll and y'all c plus
Your whole life came out wrong, feet first
I de-struct your whole persona
Send you back home crying to your mama
Mama told you that boy straight drama
Osama, in his pyjamas
Cause I'm chillin like a villian
It's a great feeling to be feeling what I'm feeling
Sippin' on some on lemon as she touching on my denim
Headin' for that venom
Revving 1.4.0 on the dash, oh gash,

(Esquire Verse 3)
Yo its the third verse to quench the girl thirst
Hit it so good I made her nerves burst
Stroke the fur first, so she purr purr
I did it on purpose cause I’m a pervert
O Lord forgive me, I’ve sinned again
Drank a bottle of gin again
Had a model for din again
But she taste like avocado and cinnamon
I hit it from the top like four times
Then got up in it from the back like more times
She gave me that neck no clothesline
So when It comes to these hoes I cosign
Now she scared he gon leave her
But I put the verses and cheese first
So, No mercy or peace bruh
This Birch trees and Caesars

Zain (2nd verse):

Take your bird please, cause she anemic
Need of some B-12 but on that D tip
Now all she wanna do is that Berlin
Pound that sterling, driving me sea sick
It's like whenever these women tend to see stick, they tryna reach in
Cause of a breach in,
Needing some teaching
To just back off, ain't no telling what I'm rubbing my sack on
So you don't wanna try to get back on, it's a hi-jack, go jack off
I got my Indian mask on, acting like I'm Riley on this damn song
got me bugging, runnin in the wild tryna get my superfly on
In a no fly zone
im the last one for
you to turn your eye on
Cause in a blink of an eye I pass you by, another by gone
In this game of life you better get your do or die on
-----
Uh, uh
gotta let that shit come in like..
Pumping Base heavy and deadly
nah not yet, not yet..shit
marinade for a minute

Pumping Base heavy and deadly
eating shrimp and spaghetti
watching Belly on the telly
chopping bitches from New Delhi

(Chorus chopped & screwed)

Zain (outro)
They know they know that we be whillin' all the time and they be lovin' it
They be lovin' it
They know they know that we be climbin' all the time, and they can't do it, no they can't do shit
So lay under your covers
Hide your own, own troubles
There ain't nothing that we can do
Something so, unfamiliar
Starting to, creep up in ya
Why is this feeling so anew (echoes off)