she tuggin on the numba 1 headband (feat. Thomas Gordon-Crosby)

She tugging on the number 1 headband
Baby girl if you rolling with the heavyweight
Afro samurai
Then stand outside with me

Rain pouring down sinister wind
You might lose interest
I got to smoke this on camel crush
In the back of the alley way with my dawg Caboose
He smoking on a Winston

We subtly plotting on the master heist
Second rate swordsman stumbling on the booby traps we
Planted last night
Time to yield the fruits of the labor
All the talking for the birds
'Bout to collect the bounty
I like hot sauce on my chicken wings

All the yapping ya'll been on lately
Sounding like the mainstream
That shit don't even make sense to me
Cut that soda out ya diet
Sonic BPMs be having me tweaking man
She said she was only listening to it because it was your favorite song
How could you be so disrespectful
Man that shit is wrong

Smoke with a niga like me
You don't want smoke from a niga like me
She rocked Lee's like its tai chi

Smoke with a niga like me
You don't want smoke from a niga like me
She rocked Lee's like its tai chi

In the field he something like the sunflower samurai
Wouldn't be a man if I didn't confess my love to her
Express it in these strides
But tippy toeing over the cow manure
Y'all getting too complicated in how y'all bend y'alls stance
Training resembling
Looking like shit man
Damn