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[Intro: El Cousteau]
Yeah
Oh my fucking god
Yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Uh, woah
Cocá in there, makin' beats and shit (Uh)

[Verse 1: El Cousteau]
I get some pussy when her head ain't enough
I'm always fallin' in love with a ho
I took both of my bitches to dinner today
I send the address if you feelin' a way
Got no respect for the bitch, no patience for the ho
I be drivin' the Benz, I be smoking the smoke
We gon' rob us a nigga, he ain’t did that before
See the thot in her eye, she a pretty ass ho
She be fixin' her hair in the mirror on the phone
I be talkin' to my cousin out the feds on the joint
Compartment sit under the passenger floor
My hands on the fire, but my mind on the road
Don't let your ego get beside you, bro
We run in residential houses and homes
I be fuckin' the bitch, I be pimpin' the ho
Shit got crucial, so I tightened the rope
Smoke more than Bob Marley, then scale white boy
I park the coupe when I spend the night over
It's hollow-tips fallin' if a hand get put on me
Bitch ass nigga gon' die for the purpin'
I'm in northeast where it's unsolved murders
I take a bitch and I show her her purpose
I'm sellin' flower, now which one you workin'?
Got a line in Virginia for choppers and Percocets
Woah, for sure, shit, I valet park it and crucifix it
When a thot call me I'm like, "Who is this?”
I'm with raasclaat niggas and Benjamins
If I get really mad, dog, I might kill a man
I'm in San Francisco in a mini van
Ten thousand dollars on business plans
I'm duckin' task forces out the Sprinter van, woah (Okay)

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Fine chocolate, shit like Godiva
Cut off my dog, he step outta line
Chlorophyll water and ashwagandha
Some of these feelings is hard to describe
Put on some weight, now I feel like a lineman
I'm in the Bay like a Raider or '9er
I broke the cookie, the fortune was fire
I'm not okay, but I'm gon' be alright
Burberry zip-up ran me three thousand
Never seen no shit like this in your life
Eight ball sunk in the side pocket
Couldn't lose, I put some spin on the white
.456, felt the itch in my palm
They think I loaded the shit out the dice
Big face Benji, the Wizard of Oz
Heart of the lion, you missin' some stripes, yeah
Free Gaza, we on the corner like Israelites
Ain't look at the wristwatch, still knew the time
It's rainin' missiles out of the sky
I took the torch and—yeah
I take the torch, make the temperature rise
Give you the real shit until I expire
The milk done been spilt, bitch, why is you cryin'?