They don't want it
I gotta be it, I gotta own it
Flows current come and drown in the ocean
Slow thinkers gettin' caught in the motion
No tellin' how I come and expose 'em
'Til then I'mo pop rock
Gimme Henney no agua
Young Maharaja
Mane lookin like Mufusa
Casa in the county
All I see is dealers all around me
Like a lumberjack way I'm around tree
At least four O's like it's Audi
Woah
Move shit, bring it back
Whole clique, in the back
And we drink til we smashed
Little this, little that
Little ma bring it back
Show that ass get it smacked
Woah
Liquor make me filthy
I can see you judge, I say f*ck 'em if I'm guilty
I'm coolin'
You'll never measure up son I'm a rula'
Bars like bullets aim it at your amedulla
Tell the dealer need a couple hoops like its hula
I ain't gon' pursue ya
I just need a Swish' and a beer from the coola
I know we ain't far from the mula
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah