[Verse 1: Prez]
Yeah I’ll text ya, I’m sick and tired of feelin’ ordinary
Sometimes that little extra, make me feel extraordinary
Ecstatic off this ecstasy I just popped in
Couple shots Bacardi lemon and the party’s rockin’
Like Tony the Tiger, Goddamn, I feel great
Pockets fill of twenties, just ‘cuz I sold all my weight
This blue dolphin got me geekin’ ‘cuz, watch well
I’ll steal your girl and add a notch to this fuckin’ belt
I feel amazing, fuckin’ for hours on this pill (ok then)
Text my homie DJ, but naw, it ain’t Ill Will
Like where’s the next party at? I gotta stay in motion
And plus I gotta use up all these fuckin’ ribbed Trojans
So now my homie swervin’, fucked up, two wheel coastin’
The wind blowin’ in my face feels like I’m at the ocean
We grindin’ ganja like we ’bout to smoke a ounce of this
Pop some addies, best believe we ’bout to bounce to this