Michael cera (OG)

[Intro: Your Stepdad & Ace_Santana]
Yeah, yesterday felt like magic (Bip, bip, bip)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a— yeah, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, ayy, *whistle* ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad & Ace_Santana02]
Yesterday felt like magic (Brah)
Tomorrow gon' feel like a dream, my nigga
I pray it don't come with no static (Brah)
I pray it don't play out dramatic (Yeah)
It really ain't funny, I'm hungry as fuck for this shit (Bip)
I really like humbling bitches, yeah (Bip)
It's making me fumble the bitches
Who the fuck got dope? I need my mans (Dope)
His bitch retwist my twist
Got a homie that hate on my hits (Hit)
Got a homie that hate my bitch (Bi'h)
Got a bitch that hate on my bitch (Bi'h)

[Verse 2: Ace_Santana02 & Your Stepdad]
That bitch [?], she don't need no mascara (Huh?)
In the stu' wit' Glock, and some Wok', this the era (Grah, grah)
I just saw this white girl, I think her namе was Sarah
I chill wit' my white boy, he look like Michaеl Cera
I chill wit' my— wit' my motherfucking goons (Yeah)
Bitch we be outside like every time you see the moon
Please stop asking for a scoop, I'm not no motherfucking spoon
Please stop asking for a scoop, I'm way too gone, bae, I can't drive (Bi'h)
Bitch, I'm gonna date, had to tell that bi'h, "I'm way too high"
All the way, I'm on a date if I know I'm gon' be in between them thighs (Brah, brah)